Jaeger appreciates the open air and space, but he's not opposed to company and the other man gets a polite nod of acknowledgement in return. Someone he may have seen at orientation, a new face he's never spoken with but at least recognizes as one of theirs.

Jaeger used to be better at this, he swears.

At the request, he reaches into his overcoat pocket and produces a lighter. He's not a smoker, but producing fire is handy at times.

"Sure." He flips it with big, scarred hands, offering it politely once Hickey has his cigarette situated. Then, by way of introduction: "Andrew Jaeger."