[He has already stashed the matchbook away up a sleeve and is sitting back in his chair looking irritatingly unfazed. He cocks his head slightly, meeting Silco's eye through the gap.]

Hey, don't worry, I will... After we've landed.

[Luckily, as a certified space boy who knows his way around aircraft etiquette (even if he doesn't always respect it himself), Dearka is here to educate.]

Maybe no one's told you this yet, but smoking on a plane is kind of a safety hazard. You're really not supposed to do it. And even more importantly, your cigar stinks and it's giving me a fucking headache.