Deft and practiced fingers worked while Adrian spoke. They tapped, ground, and separated the keef from the bud proper. Once that was done, it was sprinkled with due care into a paper and tightly rolled. The joint made its way from the table to lips and was lit. The cherry of the smoke bloomed and the thin blue smoke was inhaled, held, and exhaled. A little hum of appreciation left those same lips and then green eyes flicked up from the still glowing cherry to Adrian. 

"So, what? Am I supposed to just Smokes company and play with myself?" Whitney asked, a few stray puffs of smoke leaving her mouth as she asked her sarcastic question. The  inked up woman reclined luxuriously in the wooden chair of the dining room and raised a brow to their leader. She swung her leg over and crossed it, gesturing in a 'well?' manner with the hand holding the joint she had just finished rolling. She was clearly a bit miffed about being mostly ignored during the entire planning phase. She was damned good at keeping people in line and acting properly spooky when she wanted to, but, seemed to relegated to guard duty, or worse, car duty. 

"Rest of the plan sounds tight but I am just trying to figure out how I fit into all this. Then again, I ain't gonna say no to free money." she placed the roll back to her lips and took another long pull, still keeping her eyes locked on those of Adrian. If he didn't really have anything for her do at least she could just get her smoke on with Smokes and wait until they needed her to go carry some heavy stuff.