"Oh, sure." He inhaled and blew out a stream of smoke. "Sorry. I wish it was as easily done as said, not worrying," he replied. "It seems like it's just this... ingrained part of me... that I worry about everything. I have to actively fight it to just go with the flow. Which I try to do." He took a final drag on his cigarette and ground it out, tucking the half-smoked stick back into the pack. "Inside?" He shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling one out and examining the coins he'd fished out, smiling to himself slightly.