"Strange question," [i]The woman murmured. She shrugged, absentmindedly twirling her light brown, shoulder-length ponytail.[/i] "Do I [i]look[/i] like I smoke?" [i]She appeared fifteen, even though she was well old enough to smoke. However she never got into it, as people at the local pharmacies never believed that she was, indeed, over eighteen. Amusement was clear in her bright, green eyes, and the corner of her thin lips suddenly curved up slightly. She shrugged, putting her slender, violinist's fingers into the small pockets of her faded skinny jeans, which had tears in various areas. She didn't mind a smoker, but she'd never do it herself.[/i]