"Right-o, hang tight." They might not have the proper tools...but Nita's demonstrated she doesn't need them, and it's a few quick, albeit noisy minutes until she's dismantled the log into roughly firewood-sized pieces.

"Okay." She dusts splinters off her hands and clothes, grabbing the end of her ponytail to inspect that as well. "Your turn. I've never actually seen someone start a fire with matches or whatever."

She knows a lot of people with flame powers.