Kylie continued to shuffle along the streets of Barclay, hoping to find something to do. She knew they would be assigning her some stupid job soon, most likely either life threatening or boring. And they would end up paying her in some useless currency that only was applicable here. Kylie sighed, rubbing at her coat sleeve again. It was pointless. Why didn't they just give them the food and supplies right off the bat? If they were risking their skins for some stupid town they deserve to be payed outright. Eventually when supplies ran out they would be struggling to get rid of their currency. 

Right in the middle of her inner monologue about how oppressive this city seemed, she saw something that commanded her attention. Along the rode she was walking, there was someone in the distance. The figure looked masculine, but that wasn't the important part. He was smoking. Since this guy was in Barclay she was sure she would be able to convince they guy to give her a cigarette, or at least trade for some.

“Excuse me sir?” Kylie called out into the night, walking towards the smoking man. Kylie kept one hand in her pocket, nervously clutching the knife she kept there. She never knew who would attempt to overpower her, so it was always nice to keep weapons on her. “Do you think I might be able to trade you for a smoke?” As she got closer, but still far enough to escape if things got hairy. “I have extra food rations, water and I might have some ammo or something in here.” She said, slowly taking her backpack off her back.