Sakuret turned his head to the man besides him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out his lighter again and handed it over. "Here, you can keep it." He said, blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth and drinking some of the whiskey. Sakuret didn't recognize the man, then again he never really recognized anyone here. Most people he knew either left or died. "What's your name?" Sakuret asked the unknown man besides him. He more or less wanted to know the 'new' people here.