Smoker eyebrows rose at the order for whiskey and beer and right through the roof when Tashigi asked for a lighter. Completely stunned he half reached into his pockets, paused, frowned and his brow furrowed intently. He'd been trying not to listen too much to Zenigata and Karen's conversation, if they wanted to be on yet another psuedo-date so be it, but it was impossible not to. His cheeks pinked at how flirty Karen got with alcohol and how much he loved it.

Still, Tashigi was being downright alarming. He hadn't expected to keep his break up secret from her but he hadn't expected her to take it harder than him. "No," he frowned and the fingers holding the lighter about to hand it over pointed at her warningly. "What the hell is going on with you? You only drink the fruity sugary crap and I don't care how much you miss Hina you are not to begin smoking over that." He hadn't meant to bring up the Black Cage but too late to take it back. The commodore longed to make a joking quip about alcohol to Karen but couldn't do it. Instead he stuffed it inside, merely glanced at her knowingly before looking back to his Ensign, fingers still held in a position to lecture.