He gets in on his side and puts his seatbelt on (only to avoid the fine. Yes, he's had that once, too). Starting the car, he rolls down the window as his left hand with the cigarette hangs out of it just a bit. He's at least somewhat considerate when he smokes around others.

"Ah, there, okay."

It's a bit of a ways away from his apartment, but he shouldn't complain. Except when he has to get gas, then he might.

"Be honest, how did you really feel when you found out you were a 'Numbered'?"