The scent goads the craving on, and the moment she sets eyes on the pack and the lighter she beelines to it. Plucks a cigarette from inside, lights it and sucks in a long, slow breath, closing her eyes a moment to allow the blissful effect of nicotine wash over her.

She's quiet when he asks his question, flicking ash into the tray at his bedside, gaze focused on the ground a moment. The next breath she takes is still shaky, jaw clenched, still unable to rein in the flurry of emotions that seem to so easily overwhelm her.

"You're a detective," she says finally, sucking in another pull of smoke, letting her words curl around the breath. "Work it out for yourself."