[ More for her. She might have refused if she weren't trying to establish a little trust here. Using a flaming log was crass even for her, but hey. Who's gonna look a gift horse in the mouth? A light is a light. ]

I ain't no stranger to the cold, but I haven't had to deal with this much of it in years. [ She tosses the piece of wood back into the fire. There's no way in hell she won't be warming up at least a little. ]

I guess I expected hell to be warmer.

[ She laughs. Last she remembers she was bleeding out. The only thing she has left is the bullet wound that should have killed her. ]