The familiar sign of anger almost had Karl smiling, if only because it felt familiar and that was a good indicator that things hadn't gotten out of hand entirely.
Instead he looked down at the scattered cigarettes and the lighter, raising a brow when he looked at her again.
"Thirty-two's enough. Tail's hard to shake off, agent might not have enough time to do anything, then what? Are you really smoking?" Eyes narrowed at something on her face that he didn't notice before, darkening at what it looked to be.