Was she smoking?
*rereads*
She wasn’t smoking!
Wait... is this the giant chip on her shoulder?
Hrmmm...

I like how she’s ‘seen some shit’. I’ts portrayed perfectly by the cigarette.

Keep drawin ;)

Heh, this fits really well with the story. You can feel how little Ocellus cares, and the casual cigarette thrown in really hits things home. Big blank eyes have never been more expressive of existential ennui.

Simple, clean and expressive.