Thomas was walking out, but he glanced over his shoulder at the stage once more. Seeing her still there, he stopped, showed the cigarette between his fingers with a lift of his eyebrows, and then turned to walk outside. As he went, he lit the cigarette, but he did not walk away from the tent. Instead he stayed by it, not quite in front of the entrance to it but at the side in the shadow, smoking quietly, not really knowing what to think or do.