Ugh. Could you not? Keep that thing away from me, I do not want this jacket or my hair reeking of smoke.

[If so much as one granule of ash lands on her, holy shit.]

Some douchebag fucking brought me here or something, I don't know how. I was walking around in these underground tunnels with a bunch of losers, and suddenly I turn a corner and here I am. [She gestures to indicate the city.] I don't know what's worse. The wendigos on the mountain, or all these fucking cougars or whatever they are.

[The wendigos, probably, why lie.]