Ray's brow furrowed at the cigar. "Though an appealing aroma it does possessed, the base contents of this are detrimental to breathing. Relaxation begets inefficiency, anyway." He knelt, picked up the tools he needed, and continued to work, still plagued by thoughts of the new arrival.
Jayce, after learning what Reyela was, or could be, seemed to become distant and lost in thought. He tapped a balled paw against his mouth, an indication of troubled thoughts.