Smoker just snorts in response. Is he lost? No. But he's definitely not familiar with magic either. Callused hands rub between a scarred eye and the other. "Definitely not familiar," he grunted. "Kind of annoyed," to put it mildly, "That I don't have my jeans or jitte or any cigars." The last part is clearly already getting to him.

"What about you, was magic all fictional for you or--?"

It probably doesn't help that Smoker is wearing his tunic backwards so that the heirophant symbol is on the back, and that way he could tear open a bunch of the back for comfort.