"Bless you," Q grins with a wink to show he's teasing, and leans against the wall with his cigarette. "Right now isn't an emergency, it's an indulgence. An emergency would be three in the morning when I'm tearing my hair out and can't think of how to write the next line of code until I have some nicotine in my system. Thus the cigarettes at my desk."
He exhales a slow stream of smoke into the night air, feeling really quite peaceful. "This is nice, isn't it? I haven't anyone to smoke with. I think California is a bit more health conscious than England is. Lots of people who exercise and watch what they eat."