Lucy fell silent for what felt like an eternity, eyes cast down to her feet, arms folded across her chest. All things considered, she had no idea of what she was supposed to say to him, let alone even why she'd agreed to his company. Keeping quiet beat arguing, she supposed, but that didn't make her any more comfortable with the situation, and finally, she sighed, glancing up out of the corners of her eyes.

"You mind if I smoke?" she asked, cautious without realizing it. She'd been smoking too much lately, and she knew it, but she was beginning to see why people like Jude and her brother did so often. It was a hard habit to break, and an odd comfort.