Not me. I suppose I should be grateful for it.

[Andrew is placid, a little quieter, and even less interested in seeking out other people than she has been previously. The magpie following her, however - not a very docile or quiet bird - lets out a caw that sounds particularly sardonic.]

It's enough to make me want to ask you for one of those. [Her eyes flit to his rolling papers.] Why not if it doesn't mean a damn thing?