"Smoking is character building?" Q casts a dubious look over his shoulder as he heads into the kitchen to grab two bottles of beer, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.
On every available surface, there are electronics. Some completed projects, some random parts that are going to be turned into new and interesting things.
He opens the beers and serves them, like a civilized gentleman, in glasses, setting them on the mostly clear coffee table in front of the sofa. "The sofa's safe, I promise. Come sit."