Catching the pack with both hands, Charlotte glanced at Dallas and shot her a grateful smile. "Not really. England's my natural habitat, never really had much reason to venture elsewhere." She pulled a single cigarette out of the pack, then set it to the side. She brought the cigarette up to her nose and smelled it once, curiously. She wouldn't be lighting it just yet. The smell was enough for now. Even though it meant more kicking herself mentally. She definitely wasn't making this any easier for herself, was she? Must have been the guilt. Ugh.
She was so absorbed in her own little world that she didn't almost notice when Betty started scolding her. When she did finally hear her, she looked up sheepishly, blushing but feigning innocence. "I've no idea what you mean, Betty! But no, thanks. I'm fine over here." Charlotte hadn't been drinking as much as the rest of them, and she planned to keep it that way. She wanted to have fun, but she didn't want to lose control of herself — though, if Betty was any example, the two weren't exactly mutually exclusive. That was probably one example she wouldn't be following, however. Somebody had to stay mostly sober, right?