Looking between the bag and the woman in front of him, Jacob frowned. "I....that's...." Illegal? Who cared? Immoral? It wasn't any worse than drinking, and he'd done that a few times. It could offer some relief. Probably, at least. Sighing, he restarted his sentence. "That's probably a half-decent idea, cuz you're goddamned right about the Tylenol. I don't have anything to smoke with, though..." Nor did he have a lighter. Or matches. He didn't need really them, and having things like that around was at best unnecessary.