Nearly 7 feet tall, wearing his heirophant tunic backwards and with the now front torn open slightly so he can breathe, but looking awkward as hell trying to manage without jeans -- Smoker just shrugged. "Fuck if I know. It's as good an explanation as any, isn't it? Unless you regularly wake up naked in wells, stripped of clothing, location, and memories how you got there."

He really needs a cigar though.