No Nexus cops are going to swoop down and stop Roman from smoking if that's his desire. Hurrah for anarchy, he can get a nice head-start on his lung cancer and hacking cough.

Verity hadn't been staring at him; she barely spared him a glance until he started talking, only making a mental note to stay out of the ring of stench that cigarette's going to create. (He's not terribly interesting, even compared to where she grew up. Pretty, maybe, but just not interesting to her.) That is, until she hears the sass.

He is one of her people.

"Better that than this being the part where you ask 'where am I' or 'oh god why am I on fire'," she points out with a deftly arched eyebrow. Her eyebrow skills are on point.

"You figure out what it isn't."