"Thanks, but no thanks." He waves the cigarette off, but with a small quirk at the corner of his mouth. "I don't smoke." One vice he's managed to avoid. That and gambling.

He gestures to a little device on the ceiling, much more high-tech than back home but still recognizable. "There's a smoke alarm if you want to aim for it." It'll never go off, but maybe it would give them both something to distract themselves. The woman is surprisingly good company, considering she can't talk.