Aaah... Autumn.

She raised an eyebrow, grin playing on her face. "Weasel." She muttered, just to let him know she noticed. "You shame me, boy. The legal age of smoking in the UK is sixteen, and that's when I started." A pause. "Give or take a year. Or two."

"If you don't care who notices, then no one will." She was playing with her cane, twirling it around her fingers, and concentrating on it more then the conversation.

"You should be happy that people care about you." Veronica anounced in an obviously sarcastic tone, grinning slightly and blowing out a cloud of smoke. "What are you, a student?" She couldn't tell how old he was - his voice seemed rather young, but she couldn't imagine he was younger then fifteen or so. It was annoying her a bit; she liked to know everything.

She shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe it's just that the wrong people care." She tapped off the ash into her hand, rubbing it between her fingers thoughtfully. "I, for one, think it'd be... Interesting, for someone you like to care about you." She shrugged, opening her fingers and letting the wind sweep away what was left of the tiny pile. "Then again, I don't really follow that sort of thing."

She nodded. "They're the only ones who don't immediately assume they know why you act the way... That you do." She'd been here so long, but she still didn't know anyone who didn't flounce off the minute she said the wrong thing. Which, to be fair, didn't take very long...

Veronica arched an eyebrow, ever so slightly amused. This boy had to be the most secretive person in the world... She wanted to jump him and feel his face, his clothes; she simply couldn't feel him out, and on the rare occasion that that happened, she always itched to literally do so. She hated not knowing something...

She balanced her cane on one finger for a few seconds before it fell, standing up and stopping it from hitting the hard earth. "Would I look like an idiot if I introduced myself now?" She pulled off her John Lennon sunglasses, tucking them away in the pocket of her jeans. She normally hated showing her eyes to people - they always seemed to drift off mid sentence and stare at them. But she didn't like wearing them if she didn't have to, and she doubted she'd get any sort of reaction from the boy anyway.