[ Wyatt frowns a little when she coughs. That's weird. It's as if she's a first-timer, but he knows she's not. Rosie has been buying off him for a long time.

Weirdness. He glosses over it, though, taking the joint back when she offers it and inhaling a drag that makes it easy to ignore the strangeness. ]

Why would you wanna spend time with me?

[ His eyes come back to her, more hazy now and tinged with red. ]

I'm just gonna lower your rep. I mean, you can if you want, but all I'm doing is selling.

[ And smoking. He slides down his wall into a crouch, which is vaguely more comfortable. There's space beside him if she wants it, though he still can't imagine why she would. ]