Siobhan would, carefully, with one finger, close the blade of her knife. Nonetheless, she still held it inside her pocket, her finger hovering over the button that would cause it's little blade to dart out and be ready to taste crimson. Nodding to the woman- Ana, as she introduced herself, she would open the boot of the car and slide her bags inside, before returning to the front of the car. Gesturing vaguely towards the cigarette that Ana held in her mouth, she would receive a smoke of her own, placing it to her lips with one hand, then holding it there as she retrieved her lighter and lit it.

Her hand never left the hilt of her knife.

When it was lit, she would open the car door and clamber into the shotgun seat. Winding down the window, she would tap out the first few specks of ash that had accumulated at the end, and then breathe out a small plume of smoke into the midnight sky. Turning towards the Polish woman, she would gesture up, the ember of lit tobacco harsh against the barely-visible starlight. "I'm ready when you are."