[Sharak stares at Jennifer for a moment with one eyebrow raised. Then, slowly, she stubs out the cigarette on a conveniently nearby ashtray, balancing it on top so she can light it again later.]

If you'd like. [Then she straightens up, a slightly more gentle look on her face.] Let's try something different.

Think of someone who gives you order, someone who likes to boss you around. Pretend you're that person and that I'm you.