"Yeah? No kidding..." she mutters, exhaling a long, world-weary sigh. She looks down at the bandages on her arm before slipping it up to hide beneath her chest, resting her hand on his leg.

"Did something weird happen t'you, too?" She watches him take his hit with an apprehensive sort of curiosity, far from put off, but still fairly uncertain as to whether or not she should ask to partake. Even if she'd never really been a smoker herself, she couldn't deny that it certainly made others look pretty cool.

She's struggling to take her eyes off of him again-- the light illuminating the swirling smoke around his silhouette makes this moment almost frameable, like she would hang this vision on her wall if she could. ...Wow, is she catching some sort of buzz already? That felt like a high thought on its own.

"Ah..." she hesitates, glancing between the joint and his expression, warm and inviting, not the slightest hint of pressure. Maybe... it would be okay if she did. It's not like she isn't already breathing the stuff in, right?

"Y'know, maybe... maybe I could. Just this once."