A hand formed into the likeness of a blade points to the bar. The limo is 
armored against attack, the doors secured, so Tikki decides to accept her 
employer’s generous offer to indulge herself. She opens the pack of Lonjas and
draws out one long, slim cigarro. The leaf is the color of café au lait and 
promises to yield a mild, tangy smoke. Adama draws a golden lighter from the 
vest of his chic black suit and offers her a flame. She accepts. Adama’s hand
catches her eye, not for the first time. He wears a heavy gold ring with a large 
reddish stone. His nails are long for a male’s and finely manicured. He is
nothing if not meticulously groomed.