"I know, right? It's like these assholes aren't even human or something."

Nick laughs, low and sarcastic, as she exhales a lungful of smoke from where she stands leaning against a nearby wall. She has cigarettes, a small stash she's carefully hoarded since unwrapping them during the gods' attempt at Christmas - pretty much the only thing these assholes have done right, in her estimation. Too bad she's not exactly in a sharing mood.