Coughing as he continued smoking, Jacob barely realized that the woman was leaving. He hadn't even gotten her name, shit. Now he felt like an ungrateful bastard. Sighing, he went back to smoking and closed his eyes. 

After he finished what was in the pipe, he took a few slow breaths and blinked slowly. Okay, that.....was something new. A good kind of new. Moving over to his closet, he stashed the contraband into his rucksack, hiding it deep in the bag. Crawling on his hands and knees, he searched for his prosthesis and affixed it, carefully getting to his feet and regaining his balance. Accomplishing that, he walked over to the door, deciding that now was a good time to satisfy the munchies.

/End of Scenario 30