[ Bambi smiles gently at her and reaches the inside of her coat, the one she wears over the dreaded thermal suit, a pretty, comfortable thing, that hid the honestly ugly design of the tight-fit of the suit. From there, she produces two cigarettes and gently turns one for her.

A little different than Earth's cigarettes, though, looking more like two very thin cigarillos, off-white in colour. ]

They call it a shomala here. A little softer than the tobacco leaves from Aythr. Perhaps it is closer to those from Earth.