Plug... it in? [She raises an eyebrow. That makes no sense to her, but then again, most of this place doesn't. Cigarettes, at least, do, and she happily takes one from him.]

A light? Oh! Yes, please. I don't have any flint on me. [That's how you light fires.]

But I'm hardly a kid. Back at home, I dare say there are some who consider me their mum.