Quid-pro-quo isn't a foreign concept. She looks at the pack of cigarettes and thinks about the price, whether or not its too steep for her blood.

But she really wants a smoke.

"Sure," she says, reaching for the pack and taking one of the neatly-rolled cigarettes. She's as equally unfamiliar with the state of these things, and looks it over with a deep frown.

"Any bad blood here?" she then asks quietly.