She's not okay. Yeah. All right. Dumb question on his part, he'll admit it. She wants to smoke, and this is probably a recipe for disaster, but - hell, he's not about to take a bad situation and make it worse.

"All right, all right." He puts up both hands in the universal gesture of surrender before glancing over his shoulder. The window's shut to keep the cold out, hence why the room stinks as it does.

Looking away itches, like he's scared she'll nip out in the space it takes for him to blink, so he glances back her way. Keeps his tone as neutral and evenly paced as he can. Just normal stuff. Don't treat her like she's about to break down into nothing. They can work up to the apparent nosebleed later, if they have to.

"Outside, maybe? I mean, we can just stay here if you want. Either one. No problem."