To Zara's surprise Kevin was actually pretty decent at massaging. People tended to use too little pressure, or were completely oblivious to where and how you had to massage. Yet he hit the right spots, and didn't treat her feet like she was a baby. Not that she wanted to admit that...she had heard stories of compliments like that being taken the wrong way. As if she would be 'interested' in him. And that was a line of thought she didn't want to follow through with. It was better for people like her to not get involved with anyone, as they'd just get hurt in the end. Or in the worst case, they'd die in rather unpleasant ways... Still, it made her wonder where he had picked up skills like these.

The woman noticed her cigarette was already almost gone when Kevin motioned for her other foot. She sighed, sucking back the last bit before tossing the filter away, keeping the smoke in her lungs for a bit, and slowly blowing it into the air again. "Just try not to shoot in my direction when that happens..." She replied, grinning a little bit. "Death by paranoid partner...kind of an embarrassing way to go considering the things I've survived so far." She did make a mental note that she might not get a proper night's sleep once or twice though. Something she wasn't looking forward to. But with any luck there was a very nice sum of money waiting for her. And if so, it would all be worth it.

Once Kevin was finished Zara put her boots back on again, ready to move on. Her feet of course still hurt a little. That was something a massage couldn't take away. But they did feel a lot better already. Plus that itch for a smoke had been taken care of as well. So there shouldn't be any more problems for the next few hours on her end, apart from her walking pace maybe. "Ready to go again. Lead the way~" She spoke, following right behind him as he did.