[Oh my God. He's so done. Absolutely. 100% done.] What?

You don't get to tell me what to do. Someone was murdered, someone assigned to my room, and I have a right to see it. [But the man's smoking is terrible if only because it makes his lungs constrict. It would be bad to have an attack here.

He'll just have to be patient to look then. With watery eyes and a hand over his mouth, he turns around and flees the vicinity of the second-hand smoke.]