You're both sitting in a restaurant at a far table on the balcony and chatting sweetly under the dim lighting, Jenna has already lit her fourth cigarette with her usual gusto, she's not at all worried about her health lately, you're worried about her and tell her she should quit smoking as soon as possible, she exhales the smoke from the cigarette looking away from you saying...

"How can I quit something that takes me away from the hustle and bustle and anxiety of the whole damn world?"

She's having a hard time being popular on the internet, though you know she's not trying to be rude, she's just on the mound, she's not wearing makeup and she looks super tired.