Biance flicked out her thin braid, before stepping away from Haruka and towards the rest. For a moment, she observed. Three kids- one really short, one talking like something from a sci-fi movie, and the other a self proclaimed "queer"- one guy who looked like a deadbeat, another who had an air of military brat- [i][color=9e005d]'Gag me,'[/color][/i]- and a girl who looked about her age, or older, with glasses and light hair. Eight total strangers. Great.
	Having had an eye on the items that had fallen off of Franky's head, she began to approach as they skittered on the grass- which, to be honest, didn't feel entirely like grass. So, as this 'Liz' girl asked for the pack of cigarettes, while sporting an accent that Biance had to do a bit of work to keep up with, Biance was already close by. With a quick snap of her hand and a sway of the hip, she snatched up the pack of cigarettes, as well as the box of condoms at which she noticed Dorotea had been staring, holding them triumphantly fanned in her hand.
	"[color=9e005d]Rule number one kids: You want it, you take it,[/color]" she declared, tucking the boxes into her dufflebag while passing her hand over her jacket pocket.
	She then strode to have her back away from the group, keeping her body between anyone else and the bag, with the others as well in sight as she could keep them. She then locked eyes with Liz. The deep, dark purple therein burned a challenge, as if daring the other girl to try and take the pack from her. However, the sharp gaze made it clear that it was more of a warning against it. Obviously the rules only applied to things that weren't already hers.