"What?" He frowns before looking at the lighter so he can make the connection, then he just shakes his head. "Nah. Just pocketed it somewhere, you know how it is."

Compulsive stealing. Although right now, it's mostly lying that he's doing, but it's not a lie he'd even consider feeling guilty over. Yes, fire make him think of someone and there aren't a lot of recommended ways to grieve over leaving people behind, so this works as good as any.

"What job did they stick you with?" In his head he already goes over what money he has at the moment, just to figure out how much he can give her, so she can get settled. Force of habit.