Karen's blue eyes are permanently casted upon you as you fiddle with a match against your shoe. You've seen Arthur do it. You've seen John do it. You've seen nearly every man in camp do it. It looks easy enough. They must've had years of experience because the match isn't lighting and you can't roll the cigarette without getting tobacco all over you.

Finally after minutes of struggling, you manage to light the match. You light the cigarette and chuck the match away after blowing it out. You raise the cigarette to your lips and inhale. The taste is gross and it burns your throat causing you to splutter and cough. Karen chuckles at your reaction. Karen is a smoker herself, an experienced one at that.

Karen walks over to you and pulls the cigarette away from her lips as she exhales and rests her hand on her other arm.

"First time?" Karen asks as she takes another drag and exhales the smoke in your direction.