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Sitting on one of the couches and looking quite irritated is Kat, once again. She cleans up nicely, a welcome change from her blood-stained entrance. In her hand is a lonely, empty looking cigarette pack. After giving it one final shake, she growls and tosses it into a nearby trash can.
"I was afraid of this," she muttered, "Anyone have a cigarette?" She pulls a lighter out of her pocket (where she found it is anyone's guess), playing with it some as she awaited a response. She needed a cigarette. Badly.
"I was afraid of this," she muttered, "Anyone have a cigarette?" She pulls a lighter out of her pocket (where she found it is anyone's guess), playing with it some as she awaited a response. She needed a cigarette. Badly.