Pride retrieved a lighter from her purse, lighting his cigarette, then hers. It was the closest she got to saying thank you. She took a deep drag, exhaling the smoke through her nose.
She smirked. "I like it," she replied. "She gets knocked off her self-built pedestal, and I get to just sit back and laugh. I'm waiting to see who kills the other first."
That didn't surprise her at all, instead, she just rolled her eyes. "Was she having another temper tantrum?" she asked. "She does that sometimes, it usually results in bodily injury. Or property damage."