Smoker put the sunglasses on anyway; easier to deal with such things this way.

He waved a hand casually. "I know, I know, like I said, this isn't me when I'm all that tense. Honest."

He chewed over a cigar trying to think of a return quip, but it was a little late and the moment had passed. Next time, he promised himself, next time he'd get Grit back.