A dark form leans over into Elena's line of sight, smoke trailing from the stick in his mouth and from his nostrils as he exhales. Ben is perplexed, and annoyed, but mostly just making sure this grown-ass woman hasn't died in the middle of the street while people go about their business around her.
But when he sees that her eyes are open and her face is bright with seasonal mirth, he just rolls his eyes, straightens, and lightly ashes his cigarette onto her before putting it back in his mouth and turning to go again.