"Lecture?" John asked, frowning. This wasn't going right. They were all in bad places, maybe, but he was just - it was like there was a little more boiling beneath the surface than what he'd otherwise care to admit. And it was stupid because he was usually chill. Relaxed. More or less without a care, especially in a place like this.
He fished his crumpled pack of smokes out of his pocket, because nothing would make him feel better than the exhale of smoke through an overly raw nose. "No. I'm not even lecturing you. And -- strewth! You started it." Plus the new guy seemed a right idiot, so John didn't much care what he did to get himself dead.