[He leans in to light up, using his good hand to hold the cigarette.] Thanks. [She didn't make a thing of how he had cigarettes but forgot to pick up a lighter. So either she's fine assuming he's an idiot, thinks he's about to pick her up, or has a mind full of better things to think about. Hopefully it's the latter.]
Eh, you know how it is. Life sucks, get a helmet. [He shrugs as best he can in a sling. Keeping things nice and casual.] Who knew getting blown up would be my second biggest concern? [Referencing his new status in underwater prison land, of course.]