[Fiona is similarly a social smoker-- can't (couldn't?) afford to be anything but-- and so she hands a cigarette over, and lights them both up. She smiles:] Oh, don't worry, I don't gotta take it from you. Knowing my luck, nobody I wanna see is gonna show up if they do. [She had a dream about Frank showing up at her door, last night. Fucking nightmare.]

Everybody around here's got some aliens or werewolf infestation or some shit. What's your deal?