"Well, if you're sure.." She cautioned, and her tone went sing-song with a misplaced nursery rhyme melody. If Miles was going to insist that he hadn't given her his last name, he might just regret it. Vaughn was not a woman that enjoyed slipping up. Rather than face the consequences, someone might need to get buried up to their neck in quicksand... she racked her brain with where to find some.
"Hm?" Distracted loose from chemistry forumlas involving vasts of glue and thousands of broken hourglasses, Vaughn frowned. Thanks for the cigarette? She glanced down to her pack, finding that it seemed undisturbed, but when she folded the lid back, there was indeed one less coffin nail than there had been prior.