"Yeah, right", was Mackenzie's short answer to Micky. She knew he would continue to get a couple cigarettes from her pack every day. And she actually didn't mind sharing whatever little she had. It was just her way of acting and speaking.<br/><br/>When Damion agreed to walk her to work, she nodded. "I'll just get my coat", was the quick answer. Before she even finished, Mackenzie had already stepped in and out of the bedroom, emerging from there with a pretty worn denim jacket folded on her arm.<br/><br/>The girl would be quiet until they both reached the street. Only after they had put some distance between themselves and the building did she speak freely. "Does he have to drink this much? You know, Micky. He fucking knows how much I hate it."