"Are you?" sounds like a double entendre as she takes proffered cigarette between vee'd fingers. Considering he didn't send out a boat, it probably is. There's no tell-tale quirk of her brow or curve to her lips, however.

It doesn't really require an answer. "Sure. I'll tell you all about it. We'll see if the gods decide to give me anything." She settles her cigarette then, waiting for a light.