Oddly enough, Connor's stint as a "spider-person" had done something to bring him out of his meandering and slothful routine. Even if it was simply routine checks to make sure every ounce of the surroundings he'd broken had indeed repaired themselves, it was something external to hone his focus on. If he was much for metaphor, he'd call himself starved for something to focus his fine mental capabilities on.

Now he was back into his rightful physiology, he embraced his renewed senses. Particles floating in the air could be seen, magnified, explored--in today's case, the bountiful volatile hydrocarbons that signified secondhand smoke wafting through the halls. Following them to their concentrated source at the clinic, he stopped.

The pieces easily came together.

"Captain?" The android passed the threshold and the change in decor (charitable description) was almost overwhelming to process.