Sunshine can feel the smoke in her lungs, and remembers well the beginning effects, the lessening of pain, the strange buoyancy it lends to one's limbs.

"You are so full of -" she starts to hiss at Vlad, irritated now more than full of righteous anger, and increasingly wanting to get away from this cloyingly smoky corner. But just what Rae thinks Vlad is full of goes unspoken, as Autor tugs her gaze from the damnably amused vampire to his face, insistent and earnest and stoned out of his mind.




"I..." What? says her confused expression. Rae is at a loss. She can't be angry at the boy - it is, of course, not his fault - and she knows (from first-hand experience) there's no point in trying to get him to act rationally at the moment. "Fruit smoothie? Uh... Yeah. Sure. Maybe in a little while, Autor?"