"Hell, I'll take a smoke!" Ryan chimed, as he reached for the cigarette that hung out from the box in the mans hand. He hadn't had a cigarette in days. He hadn't so much as thought of them, what with all that was happening as of late, and the idea of one now became almost a need more than a want. The rather homely looking man in front of them seemed to observe him closely as Ryan instinctively searched his pocket for a lighter, and for some reason everyone seemed to turn their attention to him. When Ryan realized this he quit fumbling in his pockets and just let the cigarette hang, unlit, from his lips. The attention of the group switched back to the stranger before them, who flicked open a zippo and struck the flint. "Jesus," the man growled, "You want me to smoke it for ya too?!" He held the flame out and Ryan shrugged and leaned in to light his cigarette, and nodded a 'thank you'. The man closed the zippo and stuffed it back in his pocket. Leaning back against the hood of his car, he turned back to Louis. "Camping huh?"