Immediately her nose wrinkled at the pipe.<br/>"Yes, I do mind," she quipped back in excellent and haughty Thalassian. "At least if you're going to put that awful stench into the air."<br/>She waved a little hand at him, then turned her head away, nose up.<br/>"If you wish to pollute your lungs, that is your call. There are worse ways to die, to be sure. Much more honourable but no doubt more painful than a slow and creeping black lung death. But I do not wish such....stink...in my presence."<br/>She glanced at him, upturned nose and judgmental gaze daring him to do it.<br/>"This is<i>my</i>spot. I shall try to keep it as pure as possible...Hmph..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>