Seeing Izzy walking over, Serina suddenly stood straighter and dusted the crumbs off of her hands. She brushed her long fingers over her mouth to brush any crumbs away and finally finding the smudge of jam on her cheek. She cursed softly and, having no other alternative, she wiped her mouth on her sleeve, leaving a faint but noticeable pink stain. Great, she was surely going to hear about that at some point. She bites her lower lip for a moment when Izzy stopped in front of her and she broke into a wide grin when she was handed the remnants of the pack of cigarettes. They quickly disappeared into her pocket. One never knew when the wrong set of eyes would catch and scold her.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">"I'll be glad to help you Izzy." </span>She said her voice subtly higher in pitch than usual. She stuffed her hands in her coat pockets, so that Izzy would not see her fidget. For someone as graceful as she knew that she was, she always felt so awkward around the other woman. She had never once that she could recall refused to help Izzy with anything that she requested. She smiled brightly, mischief twinkling in her eye at the mention of heckling townies.<span style="color: green"> "Definitely count me in!"</span>She said with her usual enthusiasm. Serina was always up for a little fun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>