"Hah." She nodded and slouched down in her chair, letting her eyes lift to the ceiling. There was a nice shadow there, from the crossbeam holding it up, and she twitched it a little, idly playing before she glanced back over.
Leigh didn't think he'd care completely that she eyed the cigarettes for a moment. Her dad smoked. The scent reminded her way too much of him and she doubted that'd ever leave her head. "Rather have a guy who's not a pussy. I said I didn't like girls, I meant it. I don't care if he looks like he could tear my head off, if he comes to me crying and whining about something..." she pursed her lips, linking the shadow inside of itself like a chain. "Fuck that. I don't even cry."