[Vasquez glances up when someone offers him a lighter, which is something he's seen, but he's still not very comfortable with. He likes matches, likes the feel of striking one up, taking his time with it, extinguishing it right before it goes off. Of course, given his most recent experience with explosives, maybe a lighter is a better idea. Much surer bet, at least]

What if I like smoking?

[Given that he barely goes a day without going through at least a half a dozen, 'like' is probably an understatement, but it's something to do with his hands and mouth, not to mention a way to keep his stress down. Besides, even when he'd been on the run, it was easy enough to pick people's shops and pockets for tobacco and easy to store. Food? Not so much, which is why he's so often hungry]

Why do they ask so many dollars for something so small? Where I come from, you can get a cigarette for a nickel.