"What if I don't mind feeling like shit?" She murmered, pouting her lips like a five-year-old. Surprise surprise, she whipped out the cancerstick in her pocket, lit it, and took a deliberatly slow drag, gazing at Maya as she did so.
"Woah woah woah, I don't tell YOU how to live YOUR life, so don't question me about my dirty habits. Besides," She blew out a haze of wispy smoke, "I happen to find it soothing."