Yeah. I'm a match, to put it simply. See, the fire, it comes... from me, inside me. That's the only way I can explain it. My body heat is higher than normal people. My temperature would kill most humans. If my hands get hot enough, they spark a fire. My skin's I guess adapted to not warp or melt like normal skin. But it's only my skin, my hair, my... everything. If my arms caught fire and I had long-sleeve shirt, it would burn through. So...

[For the time being, she pulls her hand from his. She dips a finger into the alcohol and drips it onto the opposite palm.]

Watch. I can make the alcohol catch fire because it's on my skin. It's not immune, because it's not a part of me.

[Holding her hand out away from them, she focuses. Not too hard, mind you, but a little more than usual. A thin, tall flame erupts to life, but the rest of her hand is only hotter than usual.]

I can make the fire move too, up to a point. If it's a wildfire, I can't control it, but I can maybe bend it a little. I've seen other people like me move huge forest fires in the arenas.

[The opposite hand hovers not too far. The flame strains and bends to meet her index finger. It follows as she moves her hand, as if she were a snake charmer making a viper dance to her music.]