Why were there so many doppelgangers of the same guy hanging around? Not that she minded; three of the same, attractive man was no problem at all. It just meant she got to catch a glimpse of him more often! But anyway...
Yeah, yeah, she was fully aware she shouldn't be smoking. Nasty habit, really. Stinky. Kissing as ashtray was no happy time. But of course, it seemed the lesser of two evils when the other was inebriating. It didn't stop her from lighting it up and taking a drag. One thing she didn't mind so much was the leftover scent of a recently lit match.
It was a relief for somebody to acknowledge the issue at hand, and Donna visibly relaxed with her next exhale. She half nodded, half shook her head. Apparently stress made her incapable of simple nod in communication. But she certainly didn't shoo him away.
"Moo," she let slip, a little frustrated all over again. Dammit all to hell, she couldn't stand not talking! What a horrid, cruel inconvenience!! Somebody somewhere had an evil sense of humor.