He won't, but it wasn't much of a suggestion to start with. She takes the offered cigarette, takes a drag and misses the close, stinking air of Dust Town.

"Evening and what good it has for you," she says. "I reckon I don't need to tell you to take care of yourself, seein' as you're one of the few who seems to know how to, but I keep my spare stash of medicinals in the chapel office, if you find yourself needing anything."

Which yes, all right, she's telling him to take care of himself.