"I'm fine, thank you," Nel said, to Even, still amused at the way Kadaj reacted like a bratty teenager.

"And if that man keeps smoking in my kitchen," she said, contributing to the conversation, "I'll kill him." He'd stank of it, and something about second hand smoke in a food preparation area was as infuriating as Malboros on the dining surface. "The rest of you will have to queue."