[ He doesn't need a precise answer. A general ballpark figure is enough, especially since it matches up with his own pretty well. It makes him wonder if anyone else slipped through the cracks. If Kitty did. She was always good at slipping through things.
Then there's a knock at the door and a uniformed officer stepping in to drop off the cigarettes. Reid takes the pack, holding it out for Tyki to take. Not giving you the lighter, buddy. That's against regulation. ]