Zora could only roll her eyes. 
"Well it's certainly my choice now, isn't it?" She stood, glaring at this girl who thought shd had a right in what Zora could and couldn't do. But before she could continue, someone was defending her. She cracked a smile as he blew the smoke in her face. And yet it quickly faultered as he threw it. 

"Hey! Hey! Settle the fuck down!" She could feel her finger tips getting hot. "You-" she points to the girl "I will do what I want with my lungs, I am well aware about the side effects. Don't like it? Walk around it. I'm not going to sit here and apologize for your lazy ignorance to side step away from me. Instead you waltz over here to instigate with me. Leave me alone. You're not my god damn mother. Don't fucking tell me what to do. I'll kill myself slowly if I please and you can take a longer walk around my bench. Now get off your high horse and skit."

She then turns to the male, "you sir owe me another cig." She points to the one now squished on the ground.