Yeah, she needed a cigarette. Scooting so she was downwind of him she lit one of her handrolled ones, sucking on it greedily. "No on both counts. I'm kind of... I don't know. Don't really know what will work with me." She'd thought of telling her high school counselor about it, but it wouldn't have helped.
"I'm pretty functional," she smiled ruefully. It was more than she could say of her father who was either ranting or sleeping while drunk.