"I don't think you're quite mine, either," Naomi said with a soft chuckle of her own.

"And a smoke sounds great. So how do we do normal? I have to admit, girl talk isn't exactly something I've got much experience with. The girls I went to school with always annoyed me more than anything else, and then... well, I just never had time for a social life, really."

Forensics work and then the FBI had eaten all of her time, and left her with little to discuss other than gruesome stories of murder, abuse and sexual assault. Not exactly conducive to Friday night social gatherings.