[ He's not really surprised at her reaction about his wanting a smoke. People don't seem to like it when he talks about it and does it, but that's something he's getting used to. It's also not something he's willing to give up, because he likes the smoke for the tobacco as much as for something to do. ]

Not a bet, maybe? Sort of a bet. We have a mutual friend in common who thinks that maybe I could use your help.

[ He needs help, definitely, and he supposes he could ask some of the other people he knows, but he likes pretending like he knows what he's talking about in front of them. Kimberly is still a stranger. Taking the water bottle, he still drinks it back, before handing it to her. ]

You know Robbie Reyes, I think?