The words stopped Gene in her tracks for just a few heartbeats, shoulders straightening and back pulling herself just a bit more upright so as to look a hint more awake than she felt. She allowed a small smile to betray her lips, completely lost of any sort of paint save their natural tone of middling rose. "No, I suppose not, but no other staff are on at the moment..." Her smoky, contralto voice confessed, definitely sounding a bit guilty at the thought of stopping but also sorely tempted by his words.
"I... don't suppose you have a cigarette?" She finally dared to inquire, her fishnet clad legs going still now as she turned to face him fully.