The look that returns to him is meaningfully stoic. Does she dislike the smoke so particularly or just Desi's familiarity? Does it matter. They are sharing a moment of true, mutual inconvenience.

(This is also how she has on previous occasions described their brief marriage.)

“But do not let me hurry you,” she finishes, pleasantly, ostensibly speaking to the jeweler and gazing critically at her ex-husband.