An unimpressed look is thrown at the gangly youth. She has not expected him to be a smoker, but here he was, puffing out stream of harmful pollutants in the air. He does look a little cool, which is annoying.

“Geez… are ya thinkin’ about creepy shit? And ya need a break, why d’ya look so old?”

“Ha… guess such a dark colour tends ‘ta reflect the light around it easily.”

She was slightly amused. “Thought ya were going through yer rebellious teen phase. I can smell smoke on ya too…”

“Did ya dye yer hair or the lighting just strange?”