Long way from home? Mick didn't know the half of it, especially considering that Pete spent a lot of time in a giant spaceship orbiting the planet. His life was something out of a science fiction movie sometimes. Most of the time? He didn't even know some days. It made the desire for a drink all the stronger - and that was certainly a desire that he would indulge until the next disaster came about. Or until he got piss drunk and staggered off for a nap somewhere. Whatever came first.
It might have been easier if he'd just lit the cig himself but that tended to draw attention to himself and could be a bit explosive if he weren't paying attention.
Pete swept the matches towards himself, lifting them up and nodding at the other man. That was about as openly friendly as he got upon first meeting (sometimes any meeting). "Thanks." He'd strike one against the pack for the purpose of lighting up a smoke. And with a puff and a quick crushing of the lit tip, he inhaled sharply for a long drag on the cigarette. And then exhaled, looking far more pleasant than he had before - and blissfully aware of the firebug sitting next to him, even if he returned the once over he was getting with a quirked brow, questioning that same interest and waiting to see if he'd speak again. "You want one?