Jessica closed the distance between them as he spoke, standing almost over him as he blew the smoke rings. It didn't take long for her to piece everything together. Between the smoking, the smell of alcohol lingering in his clothes and on his breath, his face was smoother, the lines of age and stress lighter than they had been last she'd seen him.
"Right, you're one of those ones this place takes a particular liking to." she shifted her bag to hold it with one arm. "I'm Jessica. I know future-you."