"She does?" His eyebrows shoot up. He takes the cigarette between thumb and forefinger, examining it as he did the dirt earlier. "I've never known her to-

"Oh."

An alternate version of his sister is curiously more difficult to swallow than another of himself.

"I don't make a habit of it," he explains several seconds later. Done eyeing the smoking cylinder of tightly packed paper, he takes a drag and seems to savor the sensation. "What is he like? Your alternate Jamie?"