No, that's a valuable street skill where I come from. A former sweetheart of mine taught me, actually. Self-defense. [ And the occasional offense. Very occasional. It probably wouldn't be easy to switch the subject around again, but Glen's was going to try. ]

Let me know if you need some help finding those pants again, though, yeah? In the mean time, though, what is that? [ She gestured to his joint. The smell was gods-awful, yet somehow very organic. It was definitely not a cigarillo. ]