"I'm fine." Chapman's voice didn't shutter with fear or intimidation at the Brit's presence, but the way the old man's brown eyes shifted around behind his coke bottle frames Walter guessed that it was a feeling of awkwardness that grasped Chapman. And for good reason, John Smith had such a nonchalant air about him that it was bound to make any normal person feel uncomfortable and out of place. 

John was holding out his pack of Redwoods toward Chapman with two already sticking out from the tinfoil at the top and he moved the box toward Walter who simply looked from the pack and into Smith's cocky face. "I don't smoke and I don't listen to propositions from criminals either."