Though John glanced at Chas, he stepped forward to take the offered cigarette. It was only one, not much more than a tease, but a pack wouldn't be enough either. He was just thankful of the big, boxy old lighter tucked familiarly into his pocket. Once he had the cigarette, he wasted no time at all in lighting up, with a flat-as-usual, "Thanks," in Baby's direction. Whatever shape his mouth twitched into, it wasn't a smile by normal standards. But for the exorcist, he might as well have hugged the woman.
Flicking the lighter closed, John pocketed it and drug in a deeply satisfying lungful. And then his fingers bumped something inside his pocket and he fished out the butterscotch. Without thinking he held it out to Chas. Sweet tooth.
His eyes, however, remained on the redheaded girl, and the newcomer, the one that seemed to know her. But...Chas had already asked, so he'd just wait for answers.