At Ijemaruâ€™s glance Heather took an exaggerated puff and blew it out slowly smiling. It was interesting to see how people reacted to the rules. Normally she would comply and put the cigarette out but not this time, she was to tired and still a bit pissy. The conversation was going better, and she was glad. If she were in the other guys place she would be fighting tooth and nail at Ijemaruâ€™s earlier tone. If anything she probably would have socked him when she was given the chance. The thought had crossed her mind earlier when she was scolding him but thought better of it. He was a hunter, like her and he deserved some respect, maybe not as much as she would give him from now on but enough.<br/><br/>She perked up at the mention of side effects, â€œmine on the other hand are practically full internal organ failure, headaches, fuzzy brains and death to anyone I touch. One of the reasons I work at a bar, a lot of things are electric, I can expel a lot of it there.â€ She said taking another drag and smirked at Ijemaru. So maybe she wasnâ€™t the most eloquent speaker or person, working at a bar didnâ€™t always require eloquence most of it was being a good bartender and a great listener. Letting him go, hmm, perhaps the great Ijemaru did have a heart after all. She thought finishing off her cigarette. Dropping it to the ground she stomped it out and put both hands behind her back. Resting comfortably in the middle of her back she went to her previous silence.