Eric bristled and gritted his teeth in annoyance. "With what our lungs go through already, it hardly matters," he snapped in counter. He considered pulling out another and lighting it on the principle of it, but he decided against it. He'd been just about done anyway, and cigarettes were too hard to come by aboard ship to waste them on a measuring contest with an uppity boss. When the captain bellowed, he turned without another word and headed for the aftcastle to make his way below decks before they hit space.