[ He makes a noise of agreement in response to the comment, too busy using his newly-returned lighter to spark up a cigarette. Sorry, dude, he's not the most considerate smoker around. And since there's that whole "constantly in danger of freezing to death" thing to deal with in Norfinbury, Tim's pretty sure that passive smoking is the least of anyone's worries.
He eyes the helmet warily. It looks like a prop for a costume from one of those dorky comic conventions or something - still, he's already used to the fact that people around here come from some really weird places. He may as well latch onto it as a way to create some smalltalk, since they're going to be stuck here all night. ]
So what's with the, er...
[ He waves his cigarette in the general direction of the helmet. ]
no subject
He eyes the helmet warily. It looks like a prop for a costume from one of those dorky comic conventions or something - still, he's already used to the fact that people around here come from some really weird places. He may as well latch onto it as a way to create some smalltalk, since they're going to be stuck here all night. ]
So what's with the, er...
[ He waves his cigarette in the general direction of the helmet. ]
You know, is it - I dunno, a bike helmet, or...
[ A bike helmet.
Really. ]