“Um,” she said again, scratching her forehead for a moment, her eyes crinkled by her smile. “I guess that’s easy enough to remember. I don’t smoke, anyway, and I don’t think I’ll ever really be going anywhere except.  Well. I mean. We can talk about this stuff later, I think. Or now. It really doesn’t matter. Um. Right. Papers?” She laughed again. “I guess I’ll take them home with me and look through them?”