All evening there had been something bothering Sebastian; a vague sense of unease that reminded him of a sore tooth he couldn't stop worrying with his tongue. He'd tried to convince himself that it was just nerves from receiving Dumbledore's pensieve, but rationally, he couldn't discount that it might be something else.

After he'd found the appropriate recipients for both his object and Princess Nuala's, Sebastian choose to treat himself to a rare cigarette in an attempt to calm his nerves. The pensieve case comes along with him, balanced on a dolly he'd borrowed/rented from The Apache.

"D'you have a light?"