"Now," [i]Jason began as his left hand dived into the left pocket of his shorts, his right, cybernetic hand running through his shirt, grey hair. He pulled a box of cigars form his pocket, flicking the carton open with his left thumb, and pulling a cig out with his left hand, holding it between thumb and middle finger. The fingertip of his right thumb flicked off, revealing a blue flame as Jason clenched the cigar between his lips, the lighter thumb lighting the end of it, [/i] "What does he look like?" [i]He asked, the tip of his thumb flicking back on as he held the box of cigars out to Olivia. [/i]