The scent of tobacco and paper had drawn Barbie closer, uncertain if it was someone else from the mansion that seemed to hold dozens, or someone else entirely. It's the latter that has him curious, unwilling to let go of the paranoia that the Dome created within.

Catching sight of the light of the cigarette, and the words of another, Barbie brings it down slightly, more waist height though not entirely giving up the light he use against the growing shadows.

"Sorry." And he mostly is. "Haven't run into many others out here."