Hm. It's not the worst or most irritating thing I've been called. [The cigarette was distracting, as was Lupin's banter, but telltale signs of anxiety started floating to the surface. Adele's hands were trembling, her jaw was set, her shoulders tight.]

I take it you will be attempting this again once you've all the requisite supplies? Might I suggest...not smoking until everything is cleared away.