"Thank you," Carmy says immediately, relieved and a little embarrassed she had to see him have an outburst instead of figuring out how to handle it with class. He takes the cigarette, at least; these tiny little shorts don't have pockets so he's going nicotine free and it shows. Takes a long draw, exhales a cloud of soft smoke, glancing back to where Mitzy is with her friends, probably whispering in outrage.

He holds her cigarette in the corner of his mouth a moment while he uses both hands to work the blue bracelet back off his wrist. For some reason it's important to him that she know. "This, uh." Cigarette out of his mouth, handed back to her, "Is bullshit, actually, I just thought it might stop them from putting their claws in my thighs every time they ordered a Long Island Ice Tea. Jesus fuck."