Bridget gave a shrug as the man lit her cigarette. “Actually, it just so happens I do get that a lot.” She didn’t like to admit it, but smoking was indeed a nasty habit. An old acquaintance had gotten her hooked a few years ago. She has been looking to quit, but just has not found the right thing that would help her. Once you’re hooked, you’re hooked, there usually wasn’t any going back, at least that’s what she has witnessed from others who smoke or have smoked and are quitting. Besides, it wasn’t all bad. A nice cigarette helped calm her nerves and even concentrate. Oh, and sometimes, as we all know, life was a stressful, unforgiving bitch. Having a little something that took the edge off was quite nice.<br/><br/>“I don’t get lectured, however. I think you’re the first one to even consider it.” She winked and took a drag from her now lit cigarette. “That aside, at least you’re chivalrous. Do you always keep little things in your pocket to please a woman?” The tease was light, and the smile on her face widened a little. The fact that he had a lighter was actually a little surprising, as she was just taking a gamble. The odds of him not having one did not matter, at the end of the day not everyone smoked, she was aware of that, at the end of the day she still managed to get what she wanted. If he didn’t have one, it was her fault for not remembering to replace her old one.<br/><br/>Her brow arched slightly when he questioned her accent. Was it that obvious she was foreigner? She had tried hard to keep her accent suppressed when she moved into town. Oh well, it wasn’t like she had anything to hide either way.<br/><br/>Bridget took another drag from her cigarette and chuckled softly. It was kind of amusing in a strange way, and mentally complimented how observant he was. “You like my accent, do you? Well, normally it’s not nice to ask a woman to reveal her secrets, but since you’re so charming…” She paused, grinning widely. “I suppose I’ll tell you. I’m French.” She has been away from home for a long time, but she was definitely French. Her surname, Adler, was German, which came from her father’s side of her family, so often people thought she was from Germany. But France was her home... was her home; she probably wasn’t going to go back any time soon. It wasn’t like there was anything there for her anymore anyway.<br/><br/>Sometimes, it was just best to move on.<br/><br/>“Now,” she continued, “it’s my turn. Where might you be from? Are all men as charming as you, wherever that might be?” It was a decent question, right? He had asked her, so she might as well ask him in return. Sure, it was nosey, but who cares?