No time like the present. [For...whatever it is she wants. Dixon's not sure but it's bound to be a better use of time than rummaging through more pantries in the stupid hope that some other smoker has stashed a pack somewhere. He's getting the sense that if the former occupants here smoked anything, it was probably a pipe or something.
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At least she doesn't seem as peppy as last time.]
I'm fine. What do you want?