With her good hand, which wasn't that good as it was the sliced one from the costume party, she held on to the faucet for dear bloody life. "Why would there be fire in Hell for Pyromaniacs?" Seriously, what was he thinking? "Horrible," she said miserably though in truth it was feeling a little better. Phoenix was just being petulant. "Oh my gods. The candle shop. All that lighter fluid..."