She can't blame him for wanting another cigareette -- Wynonna isn't generally a smoker (she doesn't like how it makes her hair smell), but she partakes from time to time, and after that whole shit show she could definitely use something to take the edge off. Which is why she asks.

"Can I bum one off you?"

Then she can head back, drown her sorrows in whiskey, maybe find someone to lose herself in for the evening, It's as good of a plan as any, one that has served her plenty of times before. And sure, she feels a little more hollow doing it these days -- but that's par for the course.

Some holes can't be filled, no matter how hard you try.

She takes note, nodding. "Good to know, I already got a nasty beating the other day from thsoe assholes, I'd rather not repeat the experience."

Of course...she had been asking for it a little, mouthing off and refusing the way she did, but she wouldn't be Wynonna if she let things be easy.