Vaughn returned from her cigarette break after a few minutes. She didn't appear to be bitten with cold, and had probably only stepped into the stairwell to dose herself instead of venturing all the way outside.
The door clicked behind her, announcing her return, and she ventured toward the kitchen. Smile a little bleak, understandably nervous.
"Back." Hesitating, pushing that pack of marlboro milds back into her pocket as she tried to determine if she was interrupting any serious conversation.