"You two," his eyes were fixed on the two women. "Do you smoke?" He asked.
The two women exchanged worried glances before glancing back at him.
"I..I..I..do.." The first one sturmerd out of fear. Fionn frowned. That one was a write-off, so he thought.
"I don't smoke." She finally finished her sentence. A smirk appeared on his face.
Then the second spoke. She was a bit more confident than the first. " I don't," she said, her voice firm.
With his eyes lit up and a smirk on his face, he ordered for them to be helped up. The women were helped to a seat each. Fionn then turned to the third woman. She had a blood-stained face and a bullet wound on her right arm, which she held onto.
"You." He called out to her. She looked at him with a timid gaze. "Do you smoke?"
"No." She said. She was also helped to a seat.
"You can handle the rest," Fionn said, turning to Ethan.
