Brooklyn pulls the now unlit cigarette from her mouth and looks at it before flicking it away. That was a bit rude, actually. Name's Brooklyn. Ironic, since I grew up in the Bronx.
She puts her cards away as she starts walking with Maya.
"Sides. It won't be the cancer that does me in, she says as she pulls out her pack of cigarettes.
You put out the last one, mind doin' the opposite for this one?