[Cain snorts dismissively, smoke pluming from his nostrils as he bends his knee, resting his forearm on it and tapping ash onto the top of the Reliant. It might seem careless, but it's a lot like coming in the cockpit--a way of marking his territory.]
We've done worse inside the ship. [He stubs the cigarette out, though it's hard to say whether he's listening to Abel or was finished with it anyway. Sliding his hand into the pocket of his civvies, he pulls out a flask and unscrews it, handing it to Abel. Whatever's in there is dark and smells strong.]
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We've done worse inside the ship. [He stubs the cigarette out, though it's hard to say whether he's listening to Abel or was finished with it anyway. Sliding his hand into the pocket of his civvies, he pulls out a flask and unscrews it, handing it to Abel. Whatever's in there is dark and smells strong.]