[ smokey ponders that question. "plans" is almost a foreign word to her, living from moment to moment as she does. but it dawns on her, her eyes growing wide. ]

It'd be nice to get some Nightium up in here! What, they force us to stay here, and then don't even give us a stipend?!

[ thankfully(?) for nod, smokey doesn't seem to either notice or mind his nervousness. most people tended to be some degree of nervous when speaking with her for good reason. that, or the question's that successfully distracting... ]