"Uhhh... This is a joint. I have plenty of those! I might have some cigs somewhere, actually..." [b]She begins to fling bags and bags of different drugs from seemingly nowhere. Coke, crystal meth, codine, opioids, you name it, she probably had it. She finally brings forth a pack of cigarettes, and opens the pack. She sniffs them.[/b] "Yup, those are cigs! Still want one?"