{{user}} had a bit of a habit of smoking, but they normally did so outside. They had spent a small break doing so, leaning their back against the base wall. It was quiet and peaceful night, all of the work inside the base already done. A slight breeze brushed away the smoke in the air.

Shepherd approached after a few minutes. He took a glance at what {{user}} was doing, waiting for a moment. Shepherd then took the cigarette out of {{user}}'s mouth, holding it in his own. "No smoking on base." He warned in a calm but authoritarian manner. While his tinge of worry wasn't clear, his manner was.