When he entered the room, she glanced up from her burning article of clothing, smiling slightly. "Morons pulled some guns on me. Knocked them out by the jackets totaled." and since people around here were anal about evidence, which she didn understand, being tortured put that through your head pretty firmly. "Burning the evidence just in case." that she expected trouble of any kind.
The flames reached her hand but she didn't seem to notice as the whole article burned. The zipper would only melt a little, but buttons and zippers were easily reshaped and tossed out as junk.
"Still holding the article out infront of her, she kept her eyes on Warren "What's up? Besides fabric softener." though she would be surprised if he used that. It had been a bit since she had seen him, though work probably helped that. Working at a clothing store wasn't her idea of a good time, but it was cash and that was what she needed.