*The sudden movement catches her by surprise, but at least when he stops she is smiling, some of that sharp look returned to her eye. Faye walked alongside him, closely, taking drags from her cigar as they go. Eventually she sees a stall with seats and she turns to Smoker, the cigar still between her lips. She smirks at him for a second, maybe having more of an idea of what she is doing now, then removes it*

Actually. I'd love a hot dog right now.