There has to be something in here that we can burn. Right? Yes? Oh my god.

[ Jade is sort of walking in place, arms crossed and shoulders hunched. She's just about had it with freak snowstorms in the city - warning would be nice, is all she's saying. The shelter they ducked into seems to have once been some sort of storefront, now completely emptied out, save for some chairs with flattened cushions and a tablecloth folded on the counter.

She frowns at the door. ]

If we burned the building down, how long do you think we'd be comfortable before succumbing to agonizing pain?