Let's talk about smoke

The day before I left Austin, I was talking with MM (Marathon Man...I wanted to call him Iron Man, but he wouldn't let me, since he's only completed a half-IronMan) about how much people smoke in Spain, and I said, "Ugh, I hope my roommate doesn't smoke." 

Turns out she does, occasionally. 

Weirdly, the apartment doesn't smell like smoke, which is perhaps the stranger thing. She seems to only smoke with the windows wide open, and she cleans out the ash tray. If anything, I think I notice cigarette smoke wafting in from other apartments more than I notice hers. 

I like the place so much that I'm going to test it out and see whether I start to have any sort of reaction. But I'm also aware that I may have to move apartments come December, which wouldn't be fun.