Her hair curtains off her expression, though he can take a few educated guesses as to what it might look like beneath. Sullen, maybe. Angry. Lost, undoubtedly. Turning to him of all people, for reasons utterly beyond him.

"Sure," he says, keeping his tone neutral. Lighter and pills in his pocket and - yeah, he's set. He moves to head out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

"It's not too hard. Just don't breathe in too deep. Shouldn't be too cold either."

That last bit's a lie, but he doubts Max will get on his case about it. She doesn't look like she's up to get on anyone's case, much less his.