There had been a few moments throughout the trip that Scarlet had wanted to throttle Reno and have a cigarette, preferably in that order, but she withheld and forced them both to endure the trip. The eight hours felt like years, in Scarlet's opinion, and she was certain the redhead felt the same way by the time they'd reached their destination.

The moment Fenrir came to a stop, Scarlet snapped for Reno to do the same (ignoring the fact that the Turk would have anyway), before opening up the hatch. Slipping out two cigarettes, she tossed one over towards Reno before lighting hers and moving to stand outside.

She felt herself relax as she took her first drag of the stick. It was so comforting to feel the smoke filling her lungs and to know that the nicotine was back to doing what it should be doing. Glancing back over her shoulder, she smirked subtly at the Turk. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"