[Didn't really take the guy for a smoker, but never hurts to offer anyway. Pocketing the little cardboard pack, Adam takes a moment to light up, breathe in that first satisfying lungful of heated air. Self-destruction had never been quite the same ever since they'd put the implants in him that kept his body healthy and toxin-free– but he could still imagine.

A slow, deliberate exhale.] Still more than what most can say about themselves. [Is that a subtle note of approval in his voice?] Could always use more people putting some good into the world.

[Even if he doesn't really understand how the whole "healing music" thing works. Keeping pace with Lúcio by his side, a thin line of smoke trailing behind him in his wake, Adam falls quiet.]