Yeah. Right. Carol just stared at for a moment, suddenly wanting a cigarette herself. She could understand why he smoked. She looked down at her fist, surprised to actually feel pain from where she'd punched one of those things, shaking it out and then looking at him.
"So you see these things a lot?" How could a regular man deal with those creatures if she had trouble?
"How do you usually handle them? And don't say sweet-talk, because...well, no offense." She smirked and nodded at him, grabbing a bottle from inside the cart and just twisting the whiskey opening, taking a drink then offering him some.