Ah. [ Cambridge purses her lips and stares intently at the video feed as Oxford takes a swig of that darling little hipflask, instantly regretting not carrying around a flask of her own in her handbag. But suddenly she smiles thinly, reaching in to said handbag hanging from the crook of her arm, and produces a thin silver cigarette case. ]
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I don't suppose you smoke at all?