Bet you're regretting everything even more now, aren't you?

Dodging questions is what she does on a good day. Today, in this situation, with this particular stranger? She's practically barrel rolling around them. "Really. Good." Another puff on the cigarette; her free hand moves to shove sopping wet hair out of her face. "Thought I might've turned into a complete cliche."

Instead of just a partial one. You know. She pauses, looking out at the rain, and then eyes him again, cautiously. "You seem to know a lot about what I'm doing out here. What about you?" It's not exactly perfect weather for a stroll around town, after all.