Alright, now she shoots him a glare. It has barely any heat behind it, though, because she's also trying wipe her eyes with her empty hand and not let the cigarette burn the one still holding it.

That and she just isn't as put out by her failure as she would be if it was something she actually wanted to learn to be good at.

"I think I liked learning to ride horses better," she says, voice a little scratchy from the smoke and coughing.