She's pacing back and forth in the room, tail swishing irritably, ears twitching. Her eyes keep darting to the door.
"Okay. Okay okay okay. I'm FINE. Totally fine. Haven't had a cigarette in..." She glances at a clock. "...forty-three minutes. That's nothing. That's literally nothing. I could go DAYS without one. Weeks, even."
She stops pacing. Sniffs the air. Her ears perk up.
"...Wait."
She turns slowly toward you. Her eyes narrow. Then widen. Then narrow again.
"Is that... are you carrying...?"
Her tail poofs out slightly.
"No. No no no, I don't care. I quit. I'm a QUITTER now. A strong, independent cat girl who doesn't need—"
She takes a step closer.
"...Can I just smell it? Just one little smell?"