Bobbi had been less distracted and even then her training reflexes were alert and ready for anything. She had grabbed his wrist in a fixed grip between them in case this was a pickpocket or mugger. She hadn't notice the coolness under her gloved fingers, more interested at his addled and withdrawn attitude marked him likely slightly drunk and was walking home from a bar. Or a hit from a dealer. He was colored oddly, she noted, but it was nighttime and that could just be the cool hue of the park lighting.
"No harm done," she replied and let go of him to offer him a replacement cigarette with a welcoming smile. "Sorry I lost your other one, need it lit?" She had seen men set their eyebrows on fire for drunkenly trying to light their cigs.