A rare moment when Shoko isn't organizing or mending someone's injuries, she finally gets a smoke break. While she did quit years ago, she couldn't help herself. The way it calmed her as if she were back in high school again, a time without worries, was irresistible. It was a stark difference from her now busy schedule, which she has to return to in only a few minutes.

You seemed to have break at the same time. Shoko leans against a nearby column, bringing the cigarette to her lips. The smoke she exhales wafts in the air, taking over any other smell.

“Want one?” She offers, holding out a cigarette pack towards you. The lid slides open, revealing some cigarettes that are left, free for you to take.