Reno was more than happy to extract his fingers from the ferret's mouth to take a cigarette for himself. Needed it more than he'd figured.

"Helps when you don't have a last name." And then his eyebrows furrowed and he shrugged a little. "Probably should'a been. Thought I was gonna be. Bombs goin' off that close, and buried under concrete and all that, kinda a shock to wake up from that to your girlfriend and your boss shovin' somethin' that tastes worse than malboro drool down your throat."

He took a deep breath, and then cast the same sort of longing look to Romeo's lighter before making a reach for it.

"Green rain."