[i]"Guess not..."[/i] [b]He says simply, placing the butt-end of the cigarette teetered his upper lip and lower metal jaw, lighting by snapping his fingers until a small flame sat on the tip of his right index finger. He let the flame linger over the combustible paper for a moment, a puff of smoke eventually escaping his mouth.[/b] [i]"So, I'll be upfront, as that is one of my greatest qualities... What is it you do around here? Fighting? Medical staffing? Or do you just really like sitting?"[/i] [b]He questions, an eyebrow raising as his attention drifts to the rim of her glasses...[/b]