It all matters, Mister Hickey... I think the time we have to make something of it is just narrower.

[She bends for the light, unpracticed but not seeming completely foreign to the gesture, but pauses before inhaling from the flame.]

Just tobacco, I hope? Or am I about to have a mouthful of clove?

[She's especially cautious about putting things in her mouth these days, but she just must not have thought about things that aren't food or drink.]