[There's a whiplash there, the easy confession of violence and hurt and the accompanying dismissal of the horror of getting caught up in a bombing, and then the complaints of a child not being given a cigarette. The concern goes, and the reassurance with it.]

You want a smoke, go get a pack. [He obviously got the one he gave her somewhere.] Even if you were older, I don't smoke with my clients.

[She breezes right on:]

But I'll see what I can find out, and you tell me if you hear anything.