Sanzo looked away briefly, trying not to laugh at that. At least he'd only been set on fire once or twice. The last time had been pretty bad but-

He looked back and held up his cigarette. "I meant one of these. I guess you're not used to them." He didn't sound any ruder than he did by default. "Some old fart convinced me they're a good idea. Turns out they're pretty good for your sanity. At least if you're the type to get covered in blood regularly."

No doubt she was. Why still walk around in full armor otherwise?