Outside Caritas, Wednesday Night

[not_an_answer]

Once they were outside, Renee lit up a cigarette to calm her nerves. Her fingers still itched for her piece as she watched him carefully.

Something said he wasn't-- not a threat, he was-- but not there to hurt her.

"Explain."

[[For the other question, plz!]]

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[alsonotananswer]

"How many packs a day?" he asked with a pointed glance at her cigarette.

[not_an_answer]

Exhaling in his face, Renee shifted her stance, ready for a fight.

"Who are you, my mother?"

[alsonotananswer]

"You know there's cyanide gas in cigarette smoke?" Then he added, "That's the stuff they use in gas chambers."

[not_an_answer]

Taking a deep drag, just to spite him, Renee moved forward into his space. "You gonna lecture me or explain why the hell you're here?"