Bet somebody's bound to have some smokes lying around. Might make you pay up first, though.

[There goes that complete lack of guile, running all over the place. Smoking ain't her vice of choice (that'd be murderizing some assholes), but eh, she knows how it goes, and she's not about to get all grudgy about that kind of thing. Speaking of murderizing, though, did he just say somethin' bout a gun...]

Yeah, damn thing snagged my bobby pins on the way in. How was I supposed to do any sneakin' around without 'em? [Still pretty frustrated about the whole thing, but, well, she's got more than enough loaned out to make up for that initial lack. Attention goes back to the gun before long, though, and the shiny stuff hanging around nearby.]

Huh. Kinda... glowy lookin'. It the kind with the lasers?