"Ta," he answers as he shakes his head, slipping his pack out of his pocket, "got my own." Helping himself to other people's stuff is fun only when they don't offer.
"And what possible meaning could infuse those words that would make them any less true?" He's still curious, really, nothing more to it than that. Maybe he's curious to find out if she's got a brain behind that beautiful face of hers. Maybe focusing on her means it's easier not to feel the pain of breathing.
He taps a cigarette out of the pack and lights it, watching her.