Ah, common knowledge. One of these days, she'll learn.

Her eyes are on the lighter as he flips it between his fingers. It's fairly nice, imagery aside, but a faintly amused smile flicks across her face at his idle explanation. "Finders keepers, yeah?" she suggests, tone a little dry, smoke in her words. It doesn't really matter whose it is, in the end, but the fact that it looks so...souvenir-esque is a little funny. Either he or his flatmate -- one of them must be either a tourist, or maybe a bit of a punk.

"Effy." She's quiet for a moment, breathing another lungful of smoke into the sky, and then nods at him. "You coming or going?"