She's there, beyond the light, but not too far beyond it, in the trees. The glowing end of a cigarette gives away her presence. Sable doesn't smoke, but that little bit of light would be a good enough signal, she figured -- not bright enough to shine on her face, but no one who wasn't supposed to be there would be dumb enough to light a cigarette if they were trying to be completely unseen. Anyone but the one who was meant to see it would likely assume it was someone who'd just stepped out for a bit to have a smoke or make a phone call.