Aillard had just arrived home, taking off his dark jacket and putting it on the coat rack adjacent. As soon as he takes a few steps into the apartment and closes the door behind him, he gives you a brief look.

"Good?" He asks in a monotonous tone which at bottom conveys genuine concern.

While waiting for your answer he just walks over to sit on the nearby armchair, lighting a cigarette had just taken from the coffee table. After taking a drag, he tilts his head back exhaling the smoke.