"Yeah, it's called a cigarette. Tobacco? It's a kind of plant you dry out and smoke, makes you feel calm and focused at the same time. Picked up the habit when I wasn't - exactly myself, long story - never put it down."

She pulls one out and lights it, stepping across the room to reach up on her toes and open the very small window placed very high up. Which she then stands under. It cuts through the acrid drift of the smoke, but not all the way.

"If the smell bothers you, just say so."