Aya rolls her eyes. Ah, the folly of youth. As frustrating as it is, she'd learned to let such things slide off her back during her time walking the beat in New York. In the end, she's just glad he didn't hurt himself.

"Yeah, you go back to your room. Get some rest. Tomorrow's a big day." She reaches into her jacket pocket and takes out another cigarette. She tilts her head as she lights it. "Just don't let me catch you doing this again."