Twenty two feet seemed pretty specific, but that didn't matter to Kylie. He was taking a pack out of his pockets. Kylie watched in amazement as the pack landed perfectly in her outstretched hands. She hadn't expected him to give her an entire pack, she was either expecting to be turned away, stabbed, or offered a single smoke. And this was so much better then all of those. "Wow...fuck..." She said softly, barely able to believe that someone would give away an entire pack of cigarettes for nothing. Either this guy had a secret agenda, or just won the Apocalyptic Lottery. "I mean...shit...thanks..." Kylie lost no time slipping a single cigarette out of the pack, stuffing the rest in her jacket pocket. Out of the same pocket she pulled a lighter, which flicked on in a burst of light.

Kylie leaned back against a wall, exhaling and feeling her current stresses roll off her shoulders. She didn't seem phased by the sounds of gun shots, they were as common as the undead themselves. She turned back to the stranger. "Nice night, isn't it?"