She was more open to sharing stuff with other vamps. Life in Phoenix changed that, Marlow changed that. Hell, Milton changed that first, but that was something that was....slightly more expected. His damn poetic nature was natural prey for Eve. But he had a point, the three of them were all each other had. A lasting reminder of their world.

She pulled the pack from her back pocket, extending it to him. "Smoke 'em if you got 'em."