[ Rather than take the proffered light along with the cigarette, she leans back from him and holds a hand to the end of hers, as he had. And in the same way, a lick of flame lights at the end of her finger. She lights the thing herself — but still doesn't actually smoke it. She looks a little pleased with herself as her gaze lands on him again. ]

I'm a mage. From Krynn, a world nothing at all like this one. We don't have mutants, or these [ she gestures to the cigarette ] —or anything else of this sort. You'll have to forgive me if it all seems new to me.

[ There, she figures that's a pretty good cover. ]