HUNK calmly walked a semi circle around him, a compromise between circling him and giving him ample berth, to the discarded cigarette.
He ground the heel of his boot against still the smoldering butt, crouched rather than bent to retrieve it. There was no need to explain himself to Ginovaef, but the man did need to follow protocol.
"This island needs to remain in a certain state. Any pollutants introduced could be the difference between success and failure." He held up the butt at arms length, between the two of them for Ginovaef to take back. He had kept his voice toneless, almost like an animated manual.
But even as he stilled, he had left one of his legs behind him, braced fully so that if Ginovaef charged he wouldn't be able to catch HUNK off balance.