[ She's still not used to casual introductions. It shows in the way she pauses, cagey as ever, deliberating the approximate truth of her name for a full second before she finally answers: ]

Andy.

[ Still not used to apologies either. She uses her vice as an excuse to look away, putting her pack back into her pocket and retrieving her lighter so she can lift the small flame to the cigarette at her lips. A few puffs, then she holds her light out for Takara. ]

And like I said, even if I was trying to end the world, murder probably wouldn't be your best bet for stopping me.