"Pickled rankweed," Maya replied, taking the cigarette back. "Give it a few minutes. You'll start to feel better."
Unfortunately, Maya had built up more of a tolerance to the rankweed than she wanted to admit. It would take more than a few minutes--possibly more than one cigarette--before she began to really mellow and dull the edge of the sharp emotions and thoughts flying at her from every direction.
To say nothing of her own.
She took another languid drag, figuring that the first step to feeling calm was pretending that she was calm. "I don't suppose you know what system we're in," she asked the girl.
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Unfortunately, Maya had built up more of a tolerance to the rankweed than she wanted to admit. It would take more than a few minutes--possibly more than one cigarette--before she began to really mellow and dull the edge of the sharp emotions and thoughts flying at her from every direction.
To say nothing of her own.
She took another languid drag, figuring that the first step to feeling calm was pretending that she was calm. "I don't suppose you know what system we're in," she asked the girl.