Still sitting in his chair smoking Constantine listens intently to what his new boss is saying. Never taking his eyes off her except for when he needed to blow smoke in the opposite direction. 

"Goody I love missions." Constantine says somewhat sarcastically, but really he was getting kinda restless and was in the mood to get the show on the road. 

"Who could be causing the trouble if not demons?" Constantine asks, hoping the answer to his question isn't him. He can't help but tense his body up, getting ready for a surprise attack. Leaking out just a bit of his Essence, spending a lot of time in survival mode he still doesn't have much of a reason to trust his new boss, even if she was kind enough to give him a drink. Feeling as though a half-finished cigarette wouldn't be enough to possibly fight someone good enough to be his boss, he casually, but swiftly pulls out a new one and lights it with his mind, before extinguishing the old one.

He inhales deeply looking at the two cigarette butts on the floor next to his feet, if he could die from lung cancer he's sure he would, quickly purging the thought he goes back to staring at his boss, hoping she doesn't take his slight hostility in the wrong way. [i]A fight with a coworker, well boss on the first day will surely send them all after me, fuck it if I'm going to have to die I'm dying on my terms. [/i] Constantine thinks to himself letting out just enough Essence so that he could pull his weapon if necessary. [i]Sorry I couldn't cut it the first day mom.[/i] Constantine thinks to himself while staring at his boss expecting the worse. [i]Maybe there's another place after this one and we'll see each other, but I doubt it.[/i] 

Constantine casually stands up, and rolls his sleeves back. If he's going to die here he's going to be goddamn ready for it.