He takes the cigarette. It's strange, how some people of the future react so adversely to things such as smoking indoors or outdoors or wherever one may please. It's a god-given right, in his book, and he will seldom turn down a free smoke.

"So when do you feel out of control? Curses aside, I mean. Nobody sees those coming."

Because why not. He's genuinely curious about any guy that admits that sort of thing-- also to the nature of what out of control means. He can't catch the bus? Can't pick the cuts on his sandwich? Anyway, they've got time and so far the path has been clear and free of trouble. Where's the fun in a nice, quiet walk?