At first that photo made me think of Clockwork Orange Sao.
My office is a cubicle farm. The lady behind me is not much older than myself but a heavy smoker. She is constantly hacking her lungs out. I keep expecting to hear a thud as she drops dead right in the office. Thing is, she blames the hacking on the air. It's to dry, to cold, it's dusty or to warm or to humid. She has maintenance in often fiddling with air vents. We've had the air tested and it's fine. She can also be a bitter old cow and everyone knows it a useless effort to spell out the truth to her.