She listened, not exactly outright caring, but curious enough to give it thought as she took another experimental drag. Nothing he spoke of was all that relatable to Dolores. His ADHD, school, the experience of being a child. Demon clowns? Everyone here came from such different worlds, nothing at all too similar to hers. Nothing that sounded like anything she once imagined as normal. Maybe such a world didn’t actually exist. But she knew the feeling of lost innocence all too well, covering her frown with another intake of the cigarette. The taste didn’t seem to improve any, but her tolerance of breathing it in did. She slowly let off the smoke, and if anything, watching it swirl about in the air was the more enjoyable aspect of this.
If she were alone she might have just tossed it. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to avoid being rude by wasting it, trying to fit in, wanted to prove something about herself being able to defy her settings, or if she wanted an excuse to stay in Richie’s company a bit longer. Probably some combination.
“I don’t think addiction works the same way for me,” she shrugged, flicking aside some of the ash that was building up. She had programmed responses to some substances, but it wasn’t quite the same.