The set up of the blankets made her raise an eyebrow, more intrigued than just assuming that he was...well, assuming that other things would happen. "Nice set up. And a sunset and everything? I never took you as a romantic, Dean."
The tone was playful, joking. It was nice to have someone to do that with, because that was another thing she missed. While traveling she had been lucky enough to meet people that were nice and helped her out, but now that she was in the prison there was a sense of being settled. And, for the first time in a year, she felt okay. Yes, she still worried about and missed her friends, but maybe they would show up one day. Maybe she would just go back home to Canada and try to find them there. For tonight she allowed herself to not have all the answers, and she sat down next to him after passing along his cigar.
"Smoking first works. I haven't had one of these babies in a while." Since she had cut the cigars before going up, she lit up before taking a few puffs.
Dean was right, so far prison life was agreeing with her. Looking out at the trees and the sunset, the landscape reminded her more of her childhood than her life in New York, and part of her was okay with that. Not that she didn't miss that life - far from it. Sometimes she missed it so much that, for a woman that hated dealing with feelings, she found herself drowning in them, but it was easier to deal with during her shifts, and keeping distracted.
"So how was your stay at the inn?" She asked, turning back to him. "Anything interesting out there?"