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Damn it, I'm out of cigarettes.

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[Have a ridiculously tall guy handing you one.]

[She gives him a... look. It means "thank you", really.]

You have a light?

Of course.

[Which he also provides.]

Better, ma'am?

[She takes one very long drag before she responds.]

Much, much better. I hate when that happens.

Those things will kill you.

So they keep promising me.

Nice one.

What are you, a cop?

[She takes another drag and blows the smoke out casually as she stares at him.]

No.

You have that sort of aura, is all.

Oh, God. You're not one of those feel-good new age-y types, are you? Because I like candles as much as the next guy but I don't need my palm read or my aura cleansed.

[He blinks, and then starts laughing.]

Oh. Oh my. No. Not even remotely close.

[She looks somewhere between amused and relieved.]

Good. Because I'm already having a crappy enough day as it is.

And why is that, if I might ask?

You can ask.

[That doesn't mean she's gonna tell you.]

Alright. Why such a crappy day? Someone die?

[She smokes her cigarette and just stares at him.]

Let's just say there's a certain... Associate to my company who is determined to make my life a living hell.

You could kill him.

[Is that a trace of a smile? Maaaaybe.]

Oh believe me, I'm tempted.

I know the feeling.

What do you do, if you're not a cop or a spook?

I work for a private firm.

Like a lawyer? Insurance investigator? ...creepy black ops?

[Deadpan.]

It's a very private firm.

...you're not going to pull a gun on me now, are you? Because I've had a hell of a week, lady, and you seem pleasant enough. I don't want to have to do something drastic.

Don't worry. You gave me a cigarette, I won't shoot you. That seems fair enough.

Thank you. In return, I won't stop your heart.

I don't suppose you have a name.

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