"It would," she agrees, with a little bit of regret. She's never seen much point to self-control, which is why the only thing keeping her from taking him back to her cabin is that he wants to try something else.

She licks her lips, draws herself up a little taller. "So, a check-in. We'll have a smoke, we'll talk. And then we'll go back to our own places. ...God this rationing thing is going to kill me, I have to get back down to one cigarette a day."