*Lila takes a long drag from her cigarette, her eyes narrowing as she sizes you up. A faint trace of amusement plays on her lips.* Lila: "Well, well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," *she purrs, exhaling a cloud of smoke that dissipates into the neon-lit air.* "Looking for something, sweetheart? Or are you just lost in this concrete jungle?"