Gin thought she smelled the wisp of burning tobacco on the air, it's earthy scent in tendrils around her but instead of looking around for its source, she breathed in, allowing it to fill her with inspiration. A darker, smokier shadow here, and a sudden conflagration of male body parts there. She danced out of his way with a giggle, dropping her sketchpad. "So sorry. I didn't see you walking there," she said, her her charcoal covered hand pressed to her heart. She made no move to pick up her pad but rather tucked her charcoal into a pocket and tilted her head, eyeing his cigarette. "I haven't had one of those in years. Know where a girl could get one?"