"Eddie," she says, chewing on the corner of her fingernail for a moment. "Yeah, I owe him a thank you. And an apology. I was kind of an asshole to him." She sighs and shifts her ass, taking the tin out of her pocket and cracking it open. Even though she smoked one of Kavinsky's cigarettes earlier, there's still three there, tucked in with the joints and the pills. She huffs a laugh. "Dream shit."