[Ziggy looks from the box to him, expression deadpan. Maybe familiarly so.

It seems they both have this skillset.]

I'd rather not smell like shit.

[She reeks of a hospital. A sick person in a hospital who is getting better, pumped full of antibiotics and smeared with antiseptic. The two smells of them clash like no other. But despite how flat her delivery is, she reaches over and takes one anyway.]

... But it's a good bargaining tool for later, thanks.

Who are you supposed to be? Some too cool alleyway lurker?