[As if taken by surprise, she perks at the sight of the ashtray and whiskey glass. How... thoughtful? How had he known? She hadn't expected the residue from her chain smoking habits would have lingered for that long.]
Oh, thank you.
[She doesn't reach to light a cigar, not yet. But she does pick up the whiskey, taking a swig.]
no subject
Oh, thank you.
[She doesn't reach to light a cigar, not yet. But she does pick up the whiskey, taking a swig.]
A girl.
[That's very... nonspecific. Integra, what?]