Deep down, she was sure James was grateful for those long study sessions. She never meant to give him any grief but she knew it would benefit him in the long run. Besides, she had a soft spot for editing and those academic fueled dates weren't so bad, so she didn't bother giving James anything else except a smirk and a shrug when it came to his whining. It was awfully interesting to hear how much he had changed. Of course seeing would be believing in her mind. It was easy to assume childhood friends always stayed the same but it would be interesting to see James in a different light. 

Sasha had been waiting for James to take out one of those fags and light it up, then she'd go into full raging mother mode and knock some sense into him. No matter what was advertised, smoking was still bad for your health and those around you. No fancy shiny new product could change what smoking was, which was bad. Very very bad. Even though the blond had blown away from her, it wasn't like the disgusting smell had gone undetected and she scrunched her face up. "Gandalf is overrated, just like smoking." She said and smacked his smoking hand, hoping to inflict some pain at the very least. She didn't care if people did it but if someone she cared for did it, that would be another story.

"No matter what they say, women don't like it when guys smoke. It's not [i]that[/i] sexy." She pouted slightly.

There had been several guys she had been interested in but when she saw them smoking, it was a large hole in their ship, sinking any chance of her wanting to get anywhere near them. She just hated to think James could die of something related to smoking, a death that could be easily prevented. Not to mention, she was sure it made a small dent in his bank account. Either way, she was bothered but refrained from making a big deal out of it. This was their first night back in the same time zone and as much as she wanted to rant at him and pull up studies and other factoids, she wanted to enjoy their evening.

"You can resume your slow and steady suicide when I'm gone but could you please not?" She lowered her tone a little, trying to show she would drop the matter now. She looked back toward where they were setting up. James wasn't one for parties, that would be an understatement. But Sasha loved to have fun. Though if James was only tagging along to appease her, she wouldn't have much of a good time. Maybe they'd find something they could be enjoy. "There's plenty more to do around here." She suggested to him. "Just don't suggest a movie, those don't really spark discussion, well they do if we want to get kicked out." She laughed softly, putting a hand on her hip. 

"I mean, being around a crowd...does seem a little draining." She glanced toward the people already starting to dance as the techno tunes began to play as lights started to move and create designs in the modest park, surely annoying those who were trying to sleep, who had dull jobs to get to in the morning.