Duke assumed she had been at the show, otherwise what was she doing back here, just disappearing down a random alley to steal a smoke by herself? Alleys weren't made for that; they were created for scum to spend the night next to trash, for quick one night stands and broken bottles (or noses). She didn't fit there. The only thing was, if she had been at the show, he would have expected some better conversation on her end.
Duke took a long drag, held the smoke in his mouth while he inhaled through his nose before letting it filter out in a slow, dense wisp.
"Enjoy the show?" He asked casually. They were almost two strangers sharing cigarettes in the middle of the night. It was the best time to talk.