Bob was aware of her in the way he was aware of most of his surroundings most of the time. Some habits never really died, and his sense of observation had always served him well on the force.
His brows elevated at her question, and while it was in him to admonish her, to point out to her that cigarettes could kill, he didn't. He mostly tried to stay out of people's business unless he was invited into it. Even then ... he wasn't always quick to dive in.
Reaching into the pocket of the flannel shirt, he fished out a half-used book of matches, lifting it slightly toward her with no indication he intended to get up. He could have, sure, but if she was interested in chatting she could initiate it. He wasn't much for starting things either.
Most of the time, anyway. Her face wasn't a familiar one but that honestly wasn't saying a hell of a lot. He was starting to recognize the regulars in his place, he was mostly aware of the people who'd been around the trailer park, but the rest of the town? Yeah, it wasn't that small and he'd been involved in his own issues for a long while. Still, he'd spare her the 'new here?' in case he wasn't the first one who'd hit her with it.