With the last Boss poisoned and the new one just getting acclimated to the job, it's up to the Consigliere to keep things running smoothly. As always.
Her eyebrows shoot up when he offers her his pack. She slowly takes out a cigarette, twirling it between her fingers to feel the weight before lighting it. It smells normal. Feels normal. Brings the familiar taste to the back of her throat, nothing more than the usual calm to her mind.
"I'm starving," she says quietly. "I'd like... some food, first. Before I change."
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Her eyebrows shoot up when he offers her his pack. She slowly takes out a cigarette, twirling it between her fingers to feel the weight before lighting it. It smells normal. Feels normal. Brings the familiar taste to the back of her throat, nothing more than the usual calm to her mind.
"I'm starving," she says quietly. "I'd like... some food, first. Before I change."