[ You know, Faraday really is trying to quit – he has a box of expired nicotine patches collecting dust in his medicine cabinet to prove it.
Still, his expertise is more in cigarettes than cigars, which is why he merely copies Vasquez's selection, a little absentmindedly. He scans the room again, the pace idle and slow for the best results on the recording, before he offers the woman a small smile of gratitude and a wink.
She smiles prettily in that polite, patient way that shows she's endured the exact same gesture from dozens of other men tonight before drifting away.
Faraday leans over to Vasquez. ]
Everything all right?
[ Because the guy seems tenser than before for reasons Faraday's not entirely sure he knows or understands. ]
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Still, his expertise is more in cigarettes than cigars, which is why he merely copies Vasquez's selection, a little absentmindedly. He scans the room again, the pace idle and slow for the best results on the recording, before he offers the woman a small smile of gratitude and a wink.
She smiles prettily in that polite, patient way that shows she's endured the exact same gesture from dozens of other men tonight before drifting away.
Faraday leans over to Vasquez. ]
Everything all right?
[ Because the guy seems tenser than before for reasons Faraday's not entirely sure he knows or understands. ]