Even Faye's sticky fingers couldn't keep her occupied today, since she was officially out of cigarettes. In desperation, she'd found a butt on the ground that she hadn't quite finished off earlier in the week.

So, naturally, she was hanging out of the Red Tail to smoke that thing right down to the filter. Maybe even past it. They needed to get out of here, soon, before she started going looking for other things to smoke in desperation. (Sprinkles. Little pieces of magazine paper. Expensive spices from Hannibal's kitchen.)