—instead of getting mad she was rather entertained as she watched his rough and indelicate manner. Her grinned remained while looking at the red-lipstick-marked smoke he took directly to his pale lips.— Do I look dead to you?— she muttered sharply without taking her eyes off of him as she took another cigarette from her golden case.— Besides, I can kill myself in other more-creative-ways. —she said as she lighted the cigarette between her red lips to then turn to him letting the smoke out. —And your name is?