People can do a lot of listening without saying much.

[she doesn't present that like a mysterious, cool statement or anything more than that. her fingers twitch, like she really does want a smoke right now. she keeps leaving herself spaces for it in her conversation.]

But yeah, no, that's all it is. And the way that his faith works is you either believe in the threat or you don't... as far as I'm concerned, at least. Doesn't matter whether "father" is capital or lowercase. They only know how to do one thing.

[she decides, fuck it. she's already screwed up enough in this conversation. she reaches into the pocket of her jacket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes with a reddened needle on the side.]

Is it cool if I smoke?