"It's like a muscle... or whatever." Vivian gestured vaguely. "Usually just light cigarettes, dispose of them so I'm not ruining the environment more...
Vivian seemed tobe ignoring him for the moment... until a single finger pushed up the brim of her big hat and a smoky eye regarded him coldly. "This...
"Medium rare, prefer a steak but I'm not picky: meat is meat. Whisky if you got it, too." Vivian said, before asking. "It safe to smoke in here, or I...