Not many people called Sloth "princess", so it was enough to make her stop and look at him. He had that sort of familiarity that some immortals had, like she'd met them before in a previous life, and she cocked her head at him.
"Can I have a smoke?" she asked, fishing through the detritus in her pockets. Aside from the Red Vines and the remaining water, all she had was an empty gum wrapper, a toothpick, a handful of coins, and half a joint. She held out the coins and counted them on her palm. "How far does three bucks fifty-seven take me?"