<i>Of course,</i>Helga thought to herself as she was in the kitchen,<i>they had to be self righteous prigs about my smoking.</i>This inner monologue was delivered as she noted the people staring at her cigarette and the one man commented on it, telling her to put it out because the smell was obnoxious.<i>You know what's more obnoxious, fella? Me burning this house down around you.</i>she thought with a touch of animosity.<br/><br/>Then she heard someone call out to her while she was rummaging the fridge for some fruit or other food items. What she got was a couple sticks of celery. They'd do fine for now, she could come back if more was needed. Walking back to the common area, celery in one hand and half burnt out cigarette in the other still burning, she leaned in the doorway,<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">Mm, I got a counter request mate,</span>" She said looking at Nathaniel, taking a crunching bite of the celery and chewing for a moment before she spoke up again, "<span style="color: Purple">Open a window if you don't like it because you're takin' a piss if you think I won't be welcome to 'ave a fag when I need one. That bein' said, I think we can get along just fine, Captain America.</span>"<br/><br/>Helga was aware that what she said would sound a little bitchy but she wasn't going to let someone push her around simply because he or anyone else didn't like the smell. They could get air fresheners if that was the case, it's not like her smoking was gonna be what killed any of them. Her tone was as nuetral as she could get it though, more or less just her letting everyone know that she wasn't the kind of person who would take someone nagging at her about a bad habit lying down. The last thing she was interested in was a dick measuring contest with anyone of these... people she didn't know.<br/><br/>While all of this was going on, she noticed a rather large piece of what she had assumed to be furniture in the corner of her eye suddenly moving and making noise. Purring even. It was a peculiar spectacle to see the large... feline? The large feline thing nudging at the punk girl like a common house cat.<br/><br/>Taking another bite of celery, she inhaled deeply on her cigarette after chewing and swallowing the veggie in her other hand. Holding the smoke in, she sighed and the mixture of ashen chemicals was expelled from her nostrils, flicking the butt of the cigarette to shake some of the ashes loose still.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Purple">And the last thing I 'ad to eat was church-shelter food ten hours ago, a'right? I'm bloody starving and I wait better when I'm fed, especially when I don't even know what I'm wai'in for."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>