[It had conveniently fled her mind that Tezcatlipoca had mentioned gods in his earlier speech, so it didn't occur to her that her gesture might be considered an affront. Doesn't help that he seems rather laid back for a god, so she doesn't even have to try not to think about it.

[Despite not knowing where Alenroux is, she takes in the comment with a hum, pausing to light the cigarette like she's done so a hundred times. It's an odd taste, but not an unpleasant one.]

Hm.

[She doesn't even cough when the smoke fills her mouth.]

Most of the time I couldn't really afford anything higher than the middle, so the quality's not too bad for somebody like me. At least it's not fog sponge -- that shit will stick to your throat.