"Da, I smoke." He looked at the cigarette before taking another drag. "I started when I was younger. Most soldiers and many field agents smoke. It gives us something to do as we wait and wait for something to happen." He shrugged and flicked the butt away as they approached the bus depot. 

He switched on his English accent as they entered the bus depot. "I must pick up a bag here. I will be done in a jiffy." He led Sophia to a bank on lockers on the wall. He went to the center console of the lockers and entered in a code from memory. One of the lockers popped open.
He grinned as he pulled out a small pouch from the locker. Almost like a fannypack. "There we go. Now, I will feel less naked and more like myself." He buckled the pouch around his chest. "Yes, it's an crude old fashion way to deliver packages, but it still works well. Shall we go to our house now?"