Well. She couldn't just refuse a cigarette because it was bad for her health, could she? One puff wouldn't hurt, especially at the risk of looking uncool, or worse, a square. She wasn't sure who this person was-- he was definitely out of high school-- but she knew she didn't want to look stupid in front of him.
They weren't too far apart. She could just reach his hand with hers, if she stretched enough. And so she did, daintily taking the cigarette between her forefinger and middle and holding it to her lips. For a brief moment, the thought of this strangers mouth being on the end weirded her out, but then she decided she didn't really care. It wasn't like she was going to get diseases or anything. And her rebellious reputation was possibly at stake here.
Laney took a deep drag, holding the smoke in her lungs for a brief second before breathing it out through her nostrils. She might not have enjoyed the taste, but it was a technique she'd long since perfected, just for occasions such as this. "Thanks," she said, passing it back to him.