There was certainly a time The Shadow smoked regularly himself, and the scent doesn't bother him in the least. Unfortunately his lungs themselves are no longer in the shape to handle it, and the temporary collapse of one lung has left him with the occasional twinge of pain and a cough that he will likely have to put up with for the rest of his life. He considers himself lucky, in retrospect, to have escaped cancer or emphysema.

"That's fine. We'll circle the neighbourhood a little." He winces and gives a last cough, recovering. Once Ichi has had a little time wandering the streets, he intends to aim him in the direction of the close-by Central Park, with its open spaces and greenery that will allow him to relax some.