Jag finally lit his cigarette when Emma spoke again, this time in English, glad to let her handle it. It was an effort to confine the small flame to the end of the smoke, but it was worth not letting it consume it all for the acrid smoke packing his lungs as he pulled angrily on the fag. Emma's words might be explaining shit to the kid, but they just made him angrier, highlighting how fucking racist Liz had just been.

He got to his feet and took a few steps towards Emma, instinctively coming closer to her, before turning back to Liz to see how she would take the explanation, taking another drag as he watched her.