Jared wasn't surprised by getting bumped, it happened a good bit when public areas were concerned. Of course, as instincts would have it, he looked when he was bumped but he wasn't so sure that she'd meant it until she began to speak to him. She had a striking appearance, to say the least, she was more than easy on the eyes. Jared could feel a smile forming on his lips, but he didn't gawk at her. He wasn't nearly that low as to do that.<br/><br/>"You wouldn't exactly appeal to me as the kind of lady who smokes." Jared remarked, light hearted at that. He reached into his pocket anyway, pulling out a zippo lighter that lacked design or life in its craft. As plain as ever, not that it mattered to Jared; he didn't smoke. "'Course, I'm sure you've probably been through that lecture a thousand times over by now." Jared said, not that he had a passion for getting people to quit smoking, it's not like it had ever hurt him any. With the flick of the cap, Jared had the warm flames illuminating from the lighter, and as requested, he lit the lady's cigarette.<br/><br/>"Your accent is interestin'. Where's it from?" Jared asked, as he recapped the lighter and put it back in his pocket, where it would get use God knows when.