Mackenzie, as usual, moved much more than she spoke. As Micky sat on the table, the girl cleared her own used cup and washed it. Only after he took one of her cigarettes did Mackenzie take the pack and shoved  it into her back pocket. "Stop bumming my smokes", she complained, though she had actually anticipated that he would pick some up if she left them on the table.<br/><br/>After those few words, the girl moved out of the way so the Alpha could take his place on the table as well. She just nodded as a greeting and checked if there was enough food for both. The girl seemed even quieter than usual. Maybe it was Micky's over-drinking that had her bothered. Or maybe something else all together - Mackenzie wasn't one to communicate much.<br/><br/>At Damion's questions, the Beta simply shrugged her shoulders and answered with one word. "Nightmares", she murmured, lighting another cigarette. The girl frowned and checked her clock, before turning to the Alpha. "Wanna walk me to work? I don't know. Something feels... wrong", she requested, speaking more than she usually did in a single sentence, and doing something she nearly never did - asking for something of anyone.