Hand eating emergency aside, it's nice to be asked a lightly dangerous favor for no reason than someone wants to smoke a cigarette. It means that she's gained the exactly correct reputation; hedonistic, welcomes death. Perfect. "Oh, yeah!" She chirps. "I'm not even sure it's even like, raining, it'll be fine."

She points him to her room which, ignoring the mess of half-dead plants and posters falling off the wall, features a large pink genuine 1970s egg chair positioned just close enough to a window that maybe suggests this isn't the first time someone's cracked a window for relaxation reasons.