Truthfully, she breathes an inner sigh of relief when he finally decides to join her, but it isn't so much at needing the company as it is being more comfortable with having someone else on her level as opposed to towering over, looming over in her periphery and casting the kind of shadow to block out the sun that would create a chill if her arms were bare. Instead, she curls into her jacket a little more, hunching her shoulders and flipping up the collar at another slow breeze, her arms sliding over her front in a small self-embrace until he comments on her appearance and a small chuckle escapes her, despite her attempts to keep her expression neutral.

"God, you don't waste any time, do you?" she replies, but her voice doesn't carry any bite, and she doesn't mean for it to. She takes another hit, holds the smoke in for a beat and then exhales. It's only visible some inches away from her mouth before the wind takes it away.

"I keep thinking about all those toys we burned. Pretty fucked-up, right?" she adds, pinching the joint between her fingers and turning it, wordlessly offering it to him.