[Tommy stares at her for a moment too long before laughing, making a production of shoving his hands in his pockets so that he can get himself to stop looking.] So alcohol's off the table but you can smoke? [He arches an eyebrow, but... he isn't going to try and control her, she's a grown damn woman and wouldn't it be safer if he was there too?
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Just in case.] My schedule's clear, anyhow.