[By the time he's back, Hijikata's got himself under control. (He's good at "under control." It's something of a specialty of his.]

[The cigarettes are going to help, though. He takes the pack and opens it with minimal fumbling, withdrawing a small, tasteful, silver lighter from his pocket.]

Hell if I know. I usually just buy the tobacco and the paper and roll them myself, but there aren't as many shops that sell loose tobacco as there are for packaged cigarettes...

[A mild nuisance, but what are you going to do? He flicks the lighter on and lights the end of the cigarette, the ritual of it a little bit bracing even before any actual hint of nicotine has a chance to get to him.]