The ship was alive, and as such had an omnipresent background odor all of its own, but there was no mistaking the smell of cigarette smoke wafting through the air. Its source was easy enough to identify, too - the tall, lanky man off to the side, leaning up against the wall.

"I didn't know Stacy had that sort of thing in her storage," Nanoha chuckled as she approached him. "I think she seems like more of the environmental type."