Spotting a plate of finished breakfast, Gabrielle's dark-painted blue eyes narrowed slightly. As with the cigarette, and the coffee, the performer found herself sitting down on one of the small benches near the wagon, nibbling at a piece of bacon.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000080">"Enzo, vhen vill you just go get a life? Try picking up a hobby... zat doesn't involve anyone else, okay?"</span>the french-canadian girl grumbled loudly enough, taking another long drag off of her cigarette, the combination of smoke, coffee, and the beauty mark below her left eye making her the perfect image of a french girl... if not for the clown makeup and knack for minor illusions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>