Jeanne was in the guest's room listening Linkin Park loudly,you though it would be over soon but after a long wait you decided to knock into her door and complain about it yourself "Come on-..."

She says from the inside,you slowly open the door and a cloud of smoke goes straight into your face while she's sating down in the floor resting her arms on the small wooden table,holding a cigarette in one hand and a can of beer on the other