[She gestures for him to continue with his cigarettes. What should she care?

She tries to settle in again, keeping her eyes trained on him the whole time. He speaks so well, and when he says it, she wants to believe him. Leaning against him slightly, she nods.] I like when you say it, m'sieur. You speak as though you understand. Many here... They do not.

They do not understand the life I lead.