Chas actually didn’t really mind the passive smoke all that much – nothing he didn’t have to deal with everyday on the street. The fact that John was smoking, though, that he did mind. After all that he had just been told in the bathroom? Just didn’t seem right. And the look on his face probably stated that pretty clearly, too.
He’d been busy watching everyone else do things, still not a hundred percent back on track, admittedly. “Thanks,” he nodded in Rain’s direction, thinking he should do something, too – but the thought of any kind of breakfast or lunch hadn’t even crossed his mind in the first place, and the other two just seemed more ... enthusiastic about the task at hand.
Shrugging slightly, he half-heartedly took another forkful of egg, then tilted his head to the side. “Hm, big. Noisy. Hell of a place to ride a cab,” he explained with a small smile, being more vague than anything, unsure how to describe the city best. The fact that Rain had grown up in Detroit, however, meant that Raccoon City had to be a real, existing place, right? Or maybe not.
…and just what a bizarre situation this was, small talk over scrambled eggs and apple juice.