"Guess I owe you a couple of smokes, huh?" she replied, laughing a little as she watched him stamping it out. "I'll hook ya up the next time I pick up a pack," she added, arms crossing over her chest lazily as she leaned back some against the building, getting more comfortable. She figured if she had nothing better to do than stand around and shoot the shit, then why the hell not do just that.

She laughed loudly at his next words, choking on a bit of smoke herself, using one hand to pound briefly at her chest. "You're an asshole, Frost! Like hell I'd be sayin' that! Keep on dreamin' till you're big enough to handle all of this much woman," she shot back, grinning ear from ear. She then paused for a moment, before continung on a more serious note. "What ya mean if I really wanna know? I usually know what he's been up to. Or who, if they come up and give him a slap. But in his defense, that only happened a couple times."

Mostly, she just let Gray have his space. He did the same for her, and it worked pretty well. Whatever was between them, whatever else they did always seemed kind of irrelevant to that. They had fun together, regardless of anything. That was, in Hunter's opinion, what mattered.