[Obvious statement is obvious. Nick digs into her pockets and produces a battered pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then taps a cigarette out of the pack, places it between her lips, and lights the end. She's been trying hard to ration them out, make what she has last, but Jesus, this guy is irritating.]
Do I look like a fucking information booth?
[Smoke curls out of her mouth as she sharpens her gaze on him.]
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[Obvious statement is obvious. Nick digs into her pockets and produces a battered pack of cigarettes and a lighter, then taps a cigarette out of the pack, places it between her lips, and lights the end. She's been trying hard to ration them out, make what she has last, but Jesus, this guy is irritating.]
Do I look like a fucking information booth?
[Smoke curls out of her mouth as she sharpens her gaze on him.]