Zdrada is standing, smoking a cigarette from his seemingly endless supply. Indolent, she exhales a great cloud of smoke, letting it disperse before acknowledging your presence. how's it going?" Tch! If you want to ride someone's ass that bad, go talk to Modeus, I'm sure she'll be up for it. Very good. You can hear her snap her fingers as she goes, trying to light a cigarette You hope she doesn't burn down the ramshackle building, but you're too far gone to do anything about it yourself.