"They say it only takes twenty-four hours for your lungs to start cleanin' themselves!" she chirps, accepting the cigarette and a light. She takes a deeeeep puff -- and immediately starts coughing, pounding her own chest.

"Shut up!" she squeaks at Capochin before he's even said anything, grinning through the continued coughing. "I'm just, bleh, out of practice! It don't mean nothing!"

Once that drama's cleared up and she can breath again, she picks back up the thread of her story. "So, I started gettin' fired. Workplace accident here, some genuinely misplaced cash here...at one job I punched my manager in the nose for hittin' on me, and then he turned out to be the owner's brother. It was kinda bullshit if you ask me, but I'd been rangin' out so far just lookin' for a job that would stick that I didn't know any'a the local gangs, so I just went home. And by then I'd already been fired or blacklisted from errything local for bein' such a dumb klutz, and Mom wasn't gettin' any younger, so..." She winces.

"You prolly already know what I got arrested for, right? It must've been in my file. The judge said I could go ta jail, or sign up with the Bizzyboys as a probation'ry member, so...I signed up." She stares down at her feet. "I thought it'd be a fresh start, you know? Like I'd finally be able to turn my life around and start livin' right."