She took the cigarette, a bit uncertain how to hold it at first. She was afraid of burning herself. Then again, she supposed, that might come with sucking on the tip. Nodding slightly, she took a drag...

And immediately started coughing.

Well, at least Malcolm had warned her.

Cassandra leaned over, feeling a bit like her lungs were on fire. There was definitely nothing lucky about those Lucky Strikes. Maybe Malcolm was crazy. She hadn't paused to consider that.

"Perhaps that's not for me," she said, handing it back to him.