- Heh, a weight off my mind, - he replies with a good-natured, simple smile. - I was already starting to think I had chosen the wrong profession.
He heads towards the door, taking out a pack:
- I'll smoke for a bit, guys, - he decides to stand inconspicuously on the street in a dark corner near the entrance while the smart guys rack their brains, and at the same time take a look around and listen to see if any raiders or cannibals are sneaking up while the brainstorming session is going on.