Fair enough. Nill nods, tucking the pack and lighter back into her pocket. She waves some of the smoke in the direction opposite him, before glancing up at the smoke detector. It's not like any she's seen in the past, but the idea of setting it off is about the only thing she's found funny since the reaping. She inhales from her cigarette and exhales a stream of smoke in the general direction of the detector. It probably won't work, but having a small goal for this whole thing isn't a bad idea.

She does try to wave the smoke away from Bruce, however, as she writes.

my name is Nill.