He glances over out of the corner of his eye as they continue, sighing a bit at the prospect of finally getting to smoke. This entire situation is stressful, and it's the first thing he does when he's stressed, usually. (He's probably pointed out that it's not illegal if he's home, then, too. On the other hand he's too much of a cheapass to bother with the illegal shit very often.)

An affirmative sort of a grunt is all he bothers answering with - now that he has something to focus on, he's gonna do it. Even if that something is as mundane as finding a place to pause.

It takes him a second to process the last sentence. "New Year?"