"That's a point," Sid replied, loosening his grip on his own lighter and letting the flame drop away. It wasn't like there were an awful lot of lighters in the gas station, after all. At least not that Sid had noticed. Just that one display.
At the exclamation, Sid jumped, startled, but then he winced out of sympathy. "Ouch..." he muttered softly. "Come over here by this wall, mate, this is a standard locker room. Nothing over here but open space," he suggested and lit his lighter again just in case Anders needed a guide to where Sid was standing, so that he wouldn't hurt himself again.