Yelena eyed the cigarette. She might have her vices when it comes to drinking, but she wasn't usually a smoker. Even so, she shrugged nonchalantly and plucked the offered cigarette and took a puff. "These things will kill you, you know," she said sarcastically.
Roman again. The blonde smirked. "Tall guy with the pouty lips." She hasn't met the guy, but she recalled from their earlier conversation. "Why would the guy not have spoken to us if your friend was here?"
The possibility of more harassment was not ideal, but Yelena didn't like the idea of letting idiots hinder her fun either. In the end, the adventurous side won out. "Where should we go next?"