[The residual cigarette that floats her way gathers in her open palm as she leans against the opposite wall. Her spring green dress shimmers under the florescent lights as she opens and closes her palm until she has a swirling globe of ash.

She smiles at his answer.]

My attitude problem is a charm point.

[When the smoke is released the smell is replaced with something akin to sandalwood.]

But I'm also sensible. We all have private interests to protect and uphold so I prefer to play nice for the time being.