As if on cue, he pulled out a battered packet of cigarettes, dragging one free for himself before offering the open end to her. Being outside in this town meant lighting up, he'd swiftly learned for himself. "Get there, then. Take pictures of the bar for the locals to laugh at; they find Irish bars the pinnacle of comedy gold," he laughed, lighting his cigarette. "Ah, tough ones." If anyone wasn't going to be embarrassingly over sympathetic or judgemental, it was Ben.