Morene shifts slightly in her stance on the countertop, reaching behind her as she fished out her pack of smokes and her silver zippo with a weird pentagram on the cover of it. It didn't look satanic. More of ritualistic. Smirking as she fished out a smoke and muttered something in Draconic before laughing to herself. Popping the filterless cigarette into her mouth as she light up. Taking a toke off of it before exhailing it through her nose, not really seeming to pay attention to the two...nor did she really ask if she could smoke.