Exhaling smoke in an enormous cloud, Megan rolls her shoulders in a little shrug and runs her cigaretteless fingers through her hair. "Well, what are boys for if not to do what you tell them to." That's... no, that's not alarming, that's basically how every other woman in Baedal thinks. This is a large part of why Megan likes it so much. (Or liked, until confronted with those reminders about the cracks in the system.)