[She pulls something else out of her bag, a capped can of hairspray in a Zip-Lock bag. She uncaps it and holds it in front of her, a look of extreme concentration on her face.]
I do this to whichever one is closest.
[She clicks on her BIC again and sends a steady hissing jet of hairspray into the flickering flame. Lo-and-behold, a flamethrower.]
no subject
[Thinks]
I got it!
[She pulls something else out of her bag, a capped can of hairspray in a Zip-Lock bag. She uncaps it and holds it in front of her, a look of extreme concentration on her face.]
I do this to whichever one is closest.
[She clicks on her BIC again and sends a steady hissing jet of hairspray into the flickering flame. Lo-and-behold, a flamethrower.]