"Gets boring for you. I get that." Siffleur brings the lit cigarette up to his lips to take a drag-

And gets a face full of fire suppressing foam that puts his cigarette out, and Jack's hand. Siffleur coughs and sputters, the cigarette dropping out of his mouth and he looks up at Gal Friday with a fire extinguisher in her hands.

"Smoking must be kept to the designated areas." Gal Friday says and just as silently and swiftly as she entered, she and the extinguisher are gone.

And Siffleur is left there with foam on his face, staring straight ahead.