I'm sure that's real fun and all for you, Spike, but if we're heading to some kind of inevitable doom, I'd like to do something other than dwell on all the ways of how we'll die. [ Her voice drips with sarcasm. She's being dramatic again. But that's quick to wither away as she peers over at his cigarette. ]

... Do you have one you can bum me? I'm afraid I'm all out. [ She could very well probably get a pack herself but she felt it necessary, much like him, to stick together. He'll never know the relief that struck her when she realized there was a familiar face amid a sea of strangers she could cling to. Even if it was him, of all people. ]

[ And then, a shrug. ] Feel like testing your luck at the casino? Dancing to your heart's content? [ .. what else was there? Ideas were failing to come to her given her presently besotted state. Whatever she can do to deter him from talking "conspiracy theories". ]