[Laura has been wiping down the bar with a clean washcloth when he enters. she wants to see her reflection staring back at her, she wants it so clean. but she looks up and smiles when the door opens and a stranger enters]

Oh yeah, it's the best. [she says, equally dry] I mean, who doesn't love a raging thunderstorm with the possibility of flooding?

[and she nods] Yeah, smoking's allowed. Let me get you an ashtray. [she fetches one from under the bar and sits it in front of Tyki] D'you want a drink to go with it?