Nadia held her hand up as if to say to wait a moment. She screwed the cap on the bottle and returned it to the bag, before pulling a box of matches out. Her eyes gazed at the spot where the fire would be, and went to go get more kindling. 
After a moment she returned with an armful of twigs, dry brush, and other easily flamable things. She set to work assembling a modest fire, and used the matches to light it. She sat on top of it, gently blowing on it so it gained some more heat. "Don't you have a camp to be at? You are Rabin, correct?" Nadia asks him as she works.