"What? No, of course not. Some of the time I've been sitting, or walking, lurking or loitering." Admittedly, Vax didn't much know Jag yet, other than him being the dark-haired scruffy fellow Emma seemed to like. (And if anything rang familiar about a suspect dark-haired fellow mooning over a gorgeous redhead, he'd long since told himself to Stop Noticing.) But he'd been keen to build his own shrine in the Temple space from early on, and since then Vax had been terribly interested in who this Yag-with-a-J person was and about the lady he prayed to. But they'd all of them been busy with their own pieces/parts of the Temple, and he hadn't wanted to make it out like he would judge or pry what could very well be sensitive as well as sacred to someone living here. But he was damned curious.

Vax quirked his eyebrows at the cigarette - Mac used to smoke them, so he knew exactly what it was. "And you've brought incense as well," he quipped lightly. "You really went all-out for your patron."