Dang, dude. Right to the point, huh? Alright, fair, she can respect that.
"Beats me. I don't recognize the herbs."
That's a worryingly carefree answer for someone actively amusing herself by trying (and failing) to make intact smoke rings float all the way to the roof, but Mayou doesn't seem all that bothered with twig's mystery origins in the first place. With the drug balanced in her fingers like some old timey cigarette holder, she gives Zoro a blatant once-over from head to toe, noting the subtle tension drawn taut in his posture like a drawn bowstring.
"It's not like you'll be missing out on much, you know? Trying to get any sleep with this racket going on is bound to be an exercise in futility." She nods at the interior of the room, lazy trails of twig winding up from many mouths, a mass of people with fever-bright eyes. "Might as well enjoy yourself while you're stuck here with the rest of us."
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"Beats me. I don't recognize the herbs."
That's a worryingly carefree answer for someone actively amusing herself by trying (and failing) to make intact smoke rings float all the way to the roof, but Mayou doesn't seem all that bothered with twig's mystery origins in the first place. With the drug balanced in her fingers like some old timey cigarette holder, she gives Zoro a blatant once-over from head to toe, noting the subtle tension drawn taut in his posture like a drawn bowstring.
"It's not like you'll be missing out on much, you know? Trying to get any sleep with this racket going on is bound to be an exercise in futility." She nods at the interior of the room, lazy trails of twig winding up from many mouths, a mass of people with fever-bright eyes. "Might as well enjoy yourself while you're stuck here with the rest of us."