"Uh...." Chase started, swallowing heavily as he looked down at their project as if he were seeing it for the first time. He pointed to the further long scrap, moving the bottle closer to Tobias. "Keep soaking that one. We'll bring the bottle with us. I'll make this one and get it lit so we can see that one better," he added moving the stick so that it lined up with the end of the first towel piece and started to roll it along the length so it wound tightly.
"Do you know what direction that came from?" He asked Owen, even if he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know. It would be useful when they had to move, at least.