The instructions are gladly taken and she follows with the ease of a soldier, asking clarification only when absolutely required. By the time they reach the point of needing the fire started she too has stripped down to only a tank top for the work.

By the time the request for fire came she considered the pieces she had. This she could do, and soon she had one built. The lighting takes more consideration. At that point she goes to the massive war hammer she had left outside of the diner, returns to point it at the wood, and a small, green energy blast rushes forward from the tip. She makes sure to aim near but not at the wood, and the heat of it sets her tinder blazing.

"This should serve."