Dan cracks the window and breathes his smoke out of it, but the chill wind pushes most of it back into the kitchen, so he's grateful Stacia managed the smoke detector for him. Even the slap of cold air against his face and hands makes him whine slightly, although that's replaced by a satisfied sigh as the nicotine lights up the receptors in his brain.

"No, I don't reckon you did." Dan tries to avoid letting the concern show too much on his face, because he doesn't want to baby Stacia, but it's hard to conceal. He cares for her, and it truly feels like ever new drip of information he gets about Stacia and Elle's world just hurts his heart.