"Asshole," Bigby mutteres, reaching into his coat pocket for his cigarettes. If they were crushed... but thankfully they were fine, if not a bit bent. He pulled one out and lit the end, pulling in a deep drag of smoke before raising his eyebrow, curious as to who Rand would be talking to about his junk.

"Must be a little bit your type if you're discussing who wants to jump me," Bigby says dryly. "So who is it, then? This one person."