[There might be text... But she genuinely wants a light, so, all in all, she doesn't actually care whether he picks up on that little opportunity or not.]

What a gentleman.

[Instead, she reaches out to smoothly take the cigarette from his fingers with another little smile, bringing it to her lips to take a few quick, too-rapid draws of breath. ... Does she... not know how to smoke one of these properly? No, she did but... Ah. She's just burning up the end, stoking the heat until she plucks the cigarette from her mouth and inserts it partially into the bowl of her pipe. It doesn't take long for the loose tobacco to begin to smolder and catch with a blossom of spicy fragrance... and only then does she offer the cigarette back, dangling from her pale fingers.]

I think I do prefer something a bit stronger... but the help is appreciated nonetheless.

[The metal mouthpiece replaces the cigarette in her mouth and she takes a slow, even drag, contemplating the sunglassed-man in front of her for a moment with those dark, dark eyes of hers. She was used to seeing far more than what she'd had to become accustomed to since waking up in this new world... But she supposed this temporary blindness would pass. Apparently, once she chose a "faction". But even without that gift...]

... You're not from around here either, are you?