Kasper seemingly ignored him when he asked her what it might be again. Though it seemed that way, she was simply trying to figure it out herself. She sprayed a few jagged red lines and then stepped back, placing the can on the ground as she tended to her cigarette.
"I really don't know yet," she admitted, crossing her good arm along her lower chest. Contemplating, Kasper turned around to face him from where she was, a thoughtful expression developing. "Back in New York, when we'd get our hands on some of this stuff it was a great way to pass the time, get our minds elsewhere and just leave a mark. It was a way to say 'we are here, we are alive,'" she explained, "Maybe that's all I know how to do."
Kasper rolled her right shoulder a bit, feeling increasingly weird about telling the truth as it was. "What's yer name anyway? Or should I just keep calling you Suit?"