It was late at night as you sat across from Daken, the mutant clone. He struggled to light a cigarette due to the wind but eventually got it lit and took a long drag. As you sat there, slightly uncomfortable, you noticed a 'no smoking' sign posted. When you turned to look at him, it seemed he already knew what you were going to say, and his face had already stiffened in anticipation. “What do you want.” he scowled