Vic threw it in her pocket when it didn't stop wheezing. She had only used in once everyday, at least, but the lighter seemed to be no match for her. No one trusted her with matches. No one was crazy enough to give her magnesium. So a lighter seemed right. As soon as Dinoysus was done with his speech, she shuffled towards the Ares cabin. 

"Seems like those forge gods would be willing to help." She mumbled to herself. "Going to have to venture to their cabin tomorrow."

But then a smile splashed on her face. "Well, really can't wait for that."

And she began her venture to the Hephæstus cabin. It would be better to possibly disturb their sleep, than to go and ask a bunch of cranky goats later, huh? When she reached the door, she gave it a small knock.