Wensley, being practical, sensible, and overall, human, did what mankind usually did when faced with the Unknown: focused on the mundane.

"Adam? Adam is here? Wensley whipped his head around, looking behind him as if he expected to see is friend standing right behind him. "He's behind all this?"

He waved aside the offer politely, biting his tongue to keep from launching into his speech about the dangers of smoking. Somehow, he didn't think this strange woman would listen at all.