"My apologies, Chacon," she says, not sounding the least bit apologetic. "I thought this was what you do. I didn't know I was getting in the way of your other, more pressing engagements; like knit night, and Taco Tuesdays."

She finally comes up with a pack of cigarettes and taps one out, tucking the pack away again while simultaneously fishing out a lighter. She moves to get her gear settled in the Samson as well.