"Hm?" He glances up at the stranger, letting a slow stream of smoke escape his lips. "I don't know," he admits. "I guess I'm fine. I'm alive, in one piece, I got cigarettes and I'm sitting on some really nice grass."

Alek taps the butt of the cigarette and the ash falls to the ground. "You're free to join me, the grass is soft." He doesn't care. He's not going to move anytime soon.