[ She lights her cigarette, then his, then takes a deep drag. ]

Oh, yeah? [ There is, actually, something she does relate it to, as it turns out. It kind of reminds her of the way she met Jesse. Not that he was just pretending to smoke, but she knew when he was timing his smoke breaks to match hers when she was outside. ]

She probably knew what you were doing. After all. I could tell when Jesse did stuff like that. Not exactly like that. But you get it.