"She was."

Sweeney watches her light the cigarette, licking his lip in the phantom longing for the taste. But he errs against lighting his own, feeling it might complicate the conversation somehow. He isn't sure why, but he doesn't have a lot of extra energy for reflecting at the moment.

He assumes she asked for a reason, probably one related to fucking. As such, he let's the quiet settle again, in case she has a follow up.