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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vardeman" data-source="post: 1237466" data-attributes="member: 11396">Danny sits over to the side, kicked back in a chair with his boots resting on a small table, watching and listening to the byplay of the others in this little waiting room.  Still dressed much as he was back a the rest stop, his jeans, tshirt, and boots are now supplemented by a new-looking black leather duster, a toothpick moving restlessly between his teeth.As Eric identifies himself, Danny's gaze narrows, his distrust of cops putting his hackles up, but as he continues, his obvious sense of humor helps to balance that.  When Anna stretches, Danny watches with interest, smirking at John's reaction. At the mention of her boyfriend, he grins inwardly, knowing it can't be too serious.With a sigh of boredom he slips a half-empty pack of Marlboro reds out of his duster's inner pocket along with a black Zippo lighter.  The lighter looks relatively new and boasts, on its side, a small enameled death's head wearing a WWII-style german army helmet.  With practiced ease he swaps his toothpick for a cigarette and flips open the lighter, igniting the tobacco and drawing a volume of smoke into his lungs.  As he exhales, he sends a series of sequentially smaller smoke rings floating towards the door.V</blockquote>