César goes quiet during times of great stress, but he's happy for a voice to listen to. He shakes his head as he looks out the window.

"I'm sorry we met this way, too. The pistol might not be of much use in these circumstances; too many, and we likely wouldn't get far past your door." César glances to him. "Go ahead and smoke. I'll bear with it, given the circumstances. Just might need to keep my distance."

He smiles weakly, forcing it. "It's my first night here."