[ She waits for him to pluck a cigarette free before she tucks her pack away into her pocket, leaning forward half-absently to have her own cigarette lit before she straightens again. Smoke wisps from her mouth when she answers him, that cigarette bobbing precariously at the corner of her lips. ]
Want me to buy you a drink? [ Her wryness is relentless, but amicable. ] Or should we go find a roof somewhere?
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Want me to buy you a drink? [ Her wryness is relentless, but amicable. ] Or should we go find a roof somewhere?