"I've lost the card," she explained, thinking of the few she'd found in her pocket, most with characters she barely recognized, and none of them helpful right now.

"So unless I want to go barefoot, no sun. Although..." She was so stupid. This place was really getting to her, if she didn't think about this already. On the side of the lighter was one of her own paintings in miniature, and with a quick look at it, she projected a fist-sized fireball ahead of them, and stretched it out to run along the side of the tunnel, the way Pyro or Jag might have with their fire.