Oh, another smoker. Scud only smiled, lazy but pleasant. Sometimes in this state it was easy to think that they all needed to stick together. Like some sort of social club of support.
He offered to light the man's smoke with a click of metal from his zippo. "From Jersey, actually," he said, shrugging. "But I haven't been there in a long time -- settled here... maybe a few years ago now. It's a good a place as any other." Which was something he could honestly say, having been most other places. "You?"