Technically, he was right; he was a free man with time on his hands, who could go wherever he pleased, and she was certainly not one to infringe on the rights of an individual. But did it have to be right here, in the mental facsimile of a place she considered her shelter from everything she had going on in her life!? Okay, that only really applied when she was still alive, but--

"It's not about the goddamn smoking. It's that you're here while I'm here. Do I need to point out that your reputation precedes you, especially to someone like me?"

This was, after all, the very same man who used her like a hostage, and thought to meddle he was not wanted, because he decided he knew better than anyone else.

"I'm sure you can imagine the problem I'm having now. So why don't you come clean about why you're here, now..."

The scent of smoke still stoked those feelings of nostalgia, and she could feel herself softening toward the doctor, which was something she didn't want to happen when questioning him.

"Actually, don't smoke when I'm talking to you!"