Nicotine can only help; she exhales smoke and hands it back to him, resting her head against the side of his thigh where he's sitting on the edge of the bath. Exhaustion is properly setting in, heavy in her limbs with an ache in her head and her neck that she knows is just tension, and the idea of having to move again at all makes her want to slide back under the water.

"I thought you were someone else," she says, eventually, and it's audibly and visibly difficult to give that much.