"Thanks," he smirked as she lit his cigarette. Now this felt like high school. Smoking where you weren't supposed to be. Except for the part where the shoe was on the other foot now, and he was supposed to reprimand the kids for smoking on the premises. Hey, he had never claimed he wasn't a hypocrite.
"Something like that," David shrugged and took a long drag, "They can call it what they want it, but someone is going to look at it like they're building an arsonal. They're already registering us. What's next?"