"So you're not on fire..." Wait, she'd seen something like this before. The lander-born crewmen would often go to a special chamber to satisfy this habit. 'Tobacco' they called it. Lafiel figured there could be little harm to entering the grubby vehicle. After all, Abh were immune to drink. A bad habit was sure to not ensue, right? Right.

She stepped onto the threshold of the rickety vehicle and came through the rusting door, nonplussed at the grinning faces greeting her. The smell now was overwhelming, sweet and yet somehow like unwashed clothes. Involuntarily, her small nose wrinkled. Perhaps this was some lander ritual. Certainly it would be rude to not partake.

"Thank you very much for having me." To the group in general and then: "I don't blame you for wanting one. A klanyu can apply heat enough to melt through military grade armor." To the girl with the strange hairstyle.