-She noticed the turn in conversation as Solas stood and walked off, now biting at her lower lip, watching him become lost in the crowd, then turned and smiled at Izzy and Aaron again. Millicent cleared her throat, sliding out from the loveseat and standing at the end of the table, her right ankle again rolling around as she toyed with her stiletto's heel against the carpet below her feet. Her tone was soft as she spoke, her eyes set to the middle of the table, 'I'll leave you two alone while I work on getting that card and seeing what the fuss is over the machines, hm?'. She felt a third wheel, and looked at each again, smiling, before turning and heading towards the front of the Casino and the line that Izzy had pointed out earlier.<br/><br/>Mill's eyes scanned the Casino floor, what she could see of it, and saw Solas no where in sight; granted the Casino was huge, and there was no where one would be able to see the entire square footage with so many machines, tables, and people around.<br/><br/>Something was not right, and she felt anxious now, not accustomed to so many in one place, the noises and loud ringing of the machines, the 'whooping and hollering' of winners, the moaning of losers, all filled her sensitive ears.<br/><br/>She needed air, as she felt confined, even in the expansive building, her stomach flopping around, perhaps due to lack of food today, regardless she felt nauseus. She moved beyond the line, thanking the security guard at the front doors as he opened one for her, immediately inhaling deeply as she hit the outside of the Casino.<br/><br/>Mill took steps to the side of the entrance, where few had gathered in front of a metal smoking canister cemented to the ground for butts and ashes. She paid them little mind, however, this old habit, her anxiety and unease, well, old habits die hard. She knew it was wrong, totally wrong, but turned anyway, a woman stood alone, puffing away, exhaling huge plumes of smoke from her pursed lips, had noticed Mill and smiled. Mill smiled back, tilted her head at the woman and asked bluntly, 'I hate to ask, but you wouldn't happen to have one I could borrow until I grab a pack down the street, do you?'<br/><br/>The woman chuckled, these days it was not uncommon for others to ask to 'borrow' a smoke, knowing you'd never get one back, and usually most say they are puffing their last to avoid handing out the free stick of addiction; Mill, however, dressed as she was, was not becoming of a beggar or of unwealth, and the woman nodded to her, digging in the overly gawdy 'bingo bag' purse she had over her shoulder, pulled out a pack, and plopped one into her hand, then handed it to Mill.<br/><br/>Mill smiled at the woman, tugging the white length between her lips, and the woman grinned, burying her pack back into her bag, then reached into her front pants pocket, offering a light. Mill graciously took the lighter and flicked it, her free hand shielding the flame from the sparse wind.<br/><br/>The woman asked in a southern drawl heard no where else but the Big Easy, 'what's a pertty thing like y'all doin' here all fussed up?'<br/><br/>The woman's question as Mill was attempting to return to her old ways sparked a chuckle from her, and she replied in a simple and more relaxed tone, 'was a date...that's why I'm smokin...'<br/><br/>The women laughed together, and Mill relaxed, moving to lean back against the building, her mind now wandering to Arella, hoping the babysitter was putting the little one to bed soon.