Jotaro almost misses the cycling of color in SAGE's eyes before his whisked away once again, quickly enough that he has to wonder if it's only a trick of the light; a few moments of disorientation and a blink later he's back in Liminal Space and staring instead at the green light circling his... Cigarettes?

"Yare yare daze--" Frowning, he peers a little closer, pulling a tube from the 'pack' and turning it over, before rolling it experimentally between his fingers. It's the right size and shape, sure, but... Closer inspection (and a careful sniff) identifies it as having the right kind of smell- though he has no idea how he's supposed to get at it just yet.

But even so, there's a slight quirk to his mouth as he replaces the 'cigarette' in its box and slides the whole apparatus into his pocket, satisfied enough for the moment.