Yolanda jumped slightly at the voice. She had barely noticed that another had sat down at the bus stop. Tentatively turning her head towards the source of the voice, she locked eyes with the man. She figured that hewwould be about her age, maybe a bit younger. It was hard to tell; he had the face of someone battle hardened and weary. Yolanda's eyes flicked down to his body, assessing whether she could fight or outrun him if need be.

[i]"Hey, I don't suppose you have a light?"[/i] 

Yolanda's mind repeated the question as a reminder and she cleared her throat and stood, stepping over towards the man and taking the seat beside him. She reached into her pocket and brought out a lighter. She wasn't a smoker but she was someone who thought it best to have something for every occasion. 

"Yeah. It should still have some lighter fluid in it." Yolanda murmured, her accent prominent. She held the small object out to the stranger.