[ That merits a tiny crumb of surprise, manifesting in a pause as he digs through his pockets for his lighter; he certainly hadn't expected his description to merit any recognition. ]

Yeah, for some towns. [ Then he moves on, trying to sound like he doesn't care. ] I wasn't from any of those tourist traps.

[ His hometown was out in the sticks, where nothing had ever happened.

He's found his lighter by now, and the metal clinks as he flips the lid open. It's just too bad his first attempt to light a flame is promptly squelched by a breeze, and Gen frowns as he tries again. ]

Dunno. I pass for an adult anyway, and the people here'd get in line if you asked to beat them to a pulp -- you think anyone's gonna say no to me buying some smokes?

[ The weather's just too windy for him to manage this one-handed, and Gen sighs around his cigarette. Then he turns without ceremony to loom in close over Havoc, holding his lighter out for her to take. He knows he's probably putting her on the spot here if she was planning on giving him shit about his smoking, but that's part of the intent. His gaze fixes firmly on her to gauge her reactions as he deadpans: ]

Gimme a light, would you.