Marlene scoffed, a smile still lurking on her face. "If it was Macmillan or Cuffe I'd have to turn on the tears and see if that'd work." she said frankly. Sure maybe some people would have an issue with emotional manipulation but Marlene really did not approve of her getting in trouble. Looking out of the corner of her eye at him, she noticed his predicament and pulled out her pack, silently flipping it open and holding it over to him so he could take a second. Her sister sent them to her often enough that she did not have to worry too much about sharing. Plus mutually assured destruction meant a lot to Marlene.
Smirking, Marlene shook her head slightly. She looked over at him with a pitying look. "Well I am famously picky. But I had been more talking about the fact that we don't look at all like we'd been snogging."