Siobhan would slowly drag in her breath before releasing it, the curling wisps swept away near-instantly by the wind rushing past outside. "I'm doing just fine." She would say it, sounding quite spacey as she did so, before becoming more grounded. "I've known it was coming for quite some time now. I was just waiting for it to happen for good." She would take another short drag. Her throat burned- she had smoked a [b]lot[/b] over the past few days, but she still continued. 

"Besides. I'm used to running." She would tap off a little more ash, and then tsk at herself. Retrieving her lighter from out of her pocket, she would, for a brief moment, release her grip on her knife. The flame would catch, she would breathe in again, and then she would return her hand back to where plastic and steel awaited it. Then she would release another plume of smoke. 

"You though." She would indicate towards the woman. "You don't seem very fine to me."