A habit I am mighty glad you can no longer engage in.

[ on account of being dead and all. ]

And one I'm never inclined to pick up.

[ she leads the way back to her home, walking marginally faster on account of the cold air. she'd rather be back inside, where it's warm, because while the shawl helps, it's not especially suitable to the growing chill. ]

Now hurry up; I still have to finish makin' my dinner.

[ she doesn't wait for him, mostly because she expects he'll follow along anyway, but when they're nearly back to the house, she does pause for a brief moment, glancing over at faraday. ]

...do you miss it, though? And I mean, all the things you did when you were still livin', not just smoking.

[ she's sure he does, so it must be a foolish question, but it isn't one she's ever thought to ask. ]