She shakes her head. "Today, and today only." With her free hand, she wiggles her fingers to denote 'mysticism', and says, deadpan, "Could it be fate?"

Without waiting for an answer, though, she continues while putting the cigarette back in the pack. "Well, probably not, but you can get out of the wind for a while if you want."

From the pocket of her coat, she pulls out a flask and takes a lady-like sip.