"Fell asleep when I ran out of meat," Vivian muttered, before stretching. "Sounds like nobody listened, though. Fucked around..." she trailed off, to fish a cigarette from spaces unknown, slipping it between her lips and lighting it off the tip of her thumb with practiced ease. "... and found out." She turned to Suzie then, adjusting her hat, before loudly removing herself from the chair. "Supernatural ****'s my forte though... Best be off, mm?