Zanfell snapped his fingers, and from the Nothing, a pack of cigarettes appeared. "Don't worry about it, cher." he said. He handed the pack to Shadow, and chained another cigarette. He leaned against another wall, and folded his own arms, sliding down against the wall, and resting at a position which made it look like he was sitting in a chair.<br/><br/>"So then, if she was looking for you, did she find you?" he asked, sucking on the paper. "The Queen of Fire, that is. Whomever that is." he finished. He disregarded her comment about his certainty and let it wash past. "And why exactly was she searching for you, anyway?"