[Is... is the smoke candy-scented, or was he losing his marbles?]

I question your sanity most times. No man would endure so many explosives at such close range and somehow remain wholly intact, yet... here you are, I suppose.

Regardless, you will not find anything to your liking on this vessel. I can offer you milk tea before you return to your ship, but I have my duties as security to return to posthaste.