He would rub the ridge of his nose, releasing a low grunt of frustration, clearly not enjoying her friendly demeanor. Her attempt to be friendly, he saw right through it. "Give me one good reason why even you, would want me, to ride with you." His hands clasped against his belt buckle. His eyes squinted at the woman, suspicion brewing intensely. He would glance down at the body, giving it a light tap with his boot, before looking back up at her. He would pull something out of his satchel. It turned out to be a cigarette case. He would pull two out, lighting one and holding it to his mouth, inhaling the smoke. "Want a cigarette?" *He said as he offered her the second cigarette in his other hand. Sticking out his hand that held the cigarette for her to grab in. He exhaled the rest of the smoke.