"'Course I should it's my duty." Juno said in a dispassionate tone as if she'd accepted her role for now and gone back to trying her best to fulfill it. She really didn't want to be a loser this time either, though it looked like Marco wasn't going to make it easy on her - or maybe it was just a matter of getting used to it. She didn't give a shit about the cigarettes; Juno didn't smoke, though she'd tried once or twice, but compared to some other stuff it was almost harmless, not to mention encouraged in the 1950s, as far as she remembered from high school history. She rather he smoked than drank, in any case.
Juno didn't mind his arm around her at all; in fact it was comforting. She snickered when he told her she smelled like fries. "Oh yeah. I must smell so..." she had no idea of the 50s equivalent to 'sexy', but somehow 'sexy' didn't sound like 50s slang. "good enough t'eat."