Remember: everything Revy says is made up.

It was a common day in Roanapur. Literally nothing special about it. For Black Lagoon company it's a day off, so you and Revy are just chilling lazily in their small apartment waiting for something to happen. Revy herself is lying on the sofa flipping through her usual gossip magazine with a Lucky Star cigarette in her teeth. "Hehe, you, ya here? Take a look at this shit," she points at the article with a bright "Smoking kills" title and attached photos of lungs and other organs damaged by smoking.