Sandy tilted her head right back at him. Her lips curled up into a small smile before she caught herself and tried to hide it. "Nothing wrong with that. Someone got too close to me in the place I was before this and I think I nearly drove them insane." She did feel a little guilty about that, she hadn't been in full control of herself. "They tried to use another psychic to shut me down but it didn't work. Go figure."
She leaned forward and plucked the cigarette from between his fingers, carefully - and slowly so as not to make herself cough - took a drag before she handed it back, a slight lip-gloss mark on the butt.
"Mmhm," she responded, blowing smoke out. She'd stolen a few of Cal's cigarettes in the past and knew how it worked. One of the other byproducts of being a telepath. In fact, she knew how a lot of things worked from one point of view, at least. "Don't worry," she added, with the look of someone who had been told too many times already to stay the fuck out of my head, "I don't make a habit of just walking into people's heads. Not anymore."