"Can't stand that guy." Vic rolled her eyes as his figure walking away. "Anyway, unlike Mr. Priss, my thing is-"

She stared awkwardly at the flames, and had a hard time saying her next few words. "Butane. All I want. Or a lighter. Anything that creates..." She smirked and whispered her next words. "Fire..."

"Yup, I'm Vic, your neighborhood pyro." The dopiest smile formed on her face. "Ironic, huh?"