After she had finished with her cup of coffee, she made her way above to the cargo deck.  Smiling to herself she sees that the few smokers on board where living it up for the short amount of time that they where allowed to come up for a smoke.  Walking over to an isolated spot she pulled out her pack and shuffled out one of her non-menthol filtered cigarettes.<br/><br/>Bringing up her lighter she makes short work of lighting up.  She let the first inhale last the longest, the steady and sudden burn in her throat and lungs worth the small burst of nicotine in her system.  Letting out a deep moan from the pleasure of it, she moved so that her back was to the wind, and enjoyed the short respite.