Beau's touching the marks on her arm is what cues Carter in, brings back that same day in her mind's eye. It's removed, for her, from the smell or the sound. All she remembers is how her hands shook as she lit match after match. They're steady now, as she lays one without further comment on Beau's wrist, just for a moment.

"That's who I was thinking of. Yeah." She says, removing her hand to take a distracted sip of the juice thing she'd ordered hours ago, "She sounded open. But...worst case? Chemicals you can't drink are flammable, too. It'd take a lot. Of what we have. We'd have to be more strategic. In their building, and their placement. But. I think we could."