[She nods and sticks the pack in her jacket pocket, then fishes out a lighter.]

Yeah, this whole thing sucks.

[The cigarette is lit. She takes a drag. Makes a face. Tropical splash, huh? It tastes more like somebody sprayed cheap Wal Mart perfume in her mouth. She manages to restrain her reaction and instead stuffs the lighter back in her pocket.]

Look, I can't promise anything, but I've, uh, known people who-

[Who got turned into demons. Hm. Okay, no way to say that without sounding insane.]

Might not be permanent, is all I'm saying.