Cigarettes. Excellent. Thomas takes one lurching, slightly off-kilter step closer so he can reach for one with his good hand, and as he's holding it between his teeth he throws a slightly suspicious look over at his good samaritan. "Fine," he says a little abruptly, because he can tell what he's looking at and it makes him annoyingly self-conscious. Yes, it hurts, very much, but Thomas and pain go hand in hand. "You want to know what happened."