No hesitation was made when he accepted the cigarette with a shaky hand, immediately lighting it with his own lighter and taking a drag. He didnâ€™t even bother to say thank you for the cigarette either, it wasnâ€™t like him to utter such things. It was no cigar but it was definitely better than nothing and gave him the fix he needed. That first drag he took felt like heaven to him, placing him in a temporary state of absolute nirvana, and he could forget everything around him and allow himself to calm down for awhile. He had to relax, he kept telling himself mentally over and over, taking deep breaths to help calm down between drags. Jeremy was still very jittery, uneasy, and who knows how long it would be before he needed another fix. For now he would enjoy it while he still had it, deciding to only smoke about half before he put it out in the snow and stuck it in his coat pocket.<br/><br/>He dared not take his eyes off the woman, watching her look around the shed, or even relax his grip on the gun. Curiosity got the better of him eventually and he began to look around as well, shining his flashlight on anything that seemed odd. Jeremy would admit if he was asked that he was expecting something very different than what he was seeing. The structure was made out of wood that looked somewhat neglected, but the overall area inside was spacious enough and he didnâ€™t feel crowded with another person in here. On the ground there seemed to be a pile of hay that was large enough for two people to lie down on and there were shelves completely void of any construction tools and whatever else a shed might contain. There was a paint can and what appeared to be canned food that was to last for a few days on one of the shelves but something told him he should avoid them and move on.<br/><br/>Overall, the shed was still better than being out in that storm. He wondered when the storm would pass, if it would pass at all, and couldnâ€™t recall the weather reports mentioning a snowstorm this heavy. Then again who could trust the weather reports? Most of the time, they proved inaccurate anyway, he told himself with a sigh, trying to relax further. That cigarette helped but he could not help but worry about Margo, concerned for her safety. He was a man who had many enemies, for various reasons, but only a few stuck out who would have the balls to do this to him. The urge to spill blood boiled up again and he decided to quickly get rid of that thought.<br/><br/>Just as the woman kept her distance from him, he did his best to keep his distance from her, leaning against the wall of the shed, looking at the ground. His grip on the pistol went slack for a moment but he managed to catch himself before the gun dropped to the ground. With a sigh, he closed his eyes for a moment, still shivering a bit from the cold he decided to wrap his arms around himself while he stayed against the shed. The cold never bothered him too much, but when combined with the mixture of emotions he felt now it was irritating. At the same time he was still very aware of what the woman was doing, remaining silent since she was silent. He had yelled at her moments ago. It was so cold even in the shed that the back of his throat felt a little dry. If there was food in here, was there something to drink as well?<br/><br/>Maybe there was some water if he was lucky, but he doubted it, concluding that melting snow was probably the only way to get some water.<br/><br/>Jeremy didnâ€™t want to think about the snow right now though a quick peek outside told him the storm was beginning to die down ever so slightly. He wanted to focus on who could have done this to him, the why was obvious. In the back of his mind he knew he was far from being a good man. Never has been and never will be and he was often a bit too proud of that fact for his own good. Then again a halo never suited him well; never will either, unless Margo was keeping an eye on him. She was more suitable for the role of an angel than he was. Now that he thought about it, someone trying to take him out was amusing and he couldnâ€™t help but smirk at it a bit.