[The strange clicking almost seems like it's sounding off in time to the movement of the flames as they slowly consume the gas station. That's a silly thought, but it's constant enough that her attention shifts off the fire and onto the radio. Her eyes close for a few seconds as the sound of static overtakes her senses, and it takes focusing on the faint clicking to pull herself back to reality.]

It's too bad it hasn't blown up. But it's really pretty, isn't it?

[She loves that fire is their calling card. Well, fire and monsters. But she's not in the mood to pull in any of those, and there's no need to do that. The fire is perfect, and makes her all kinds of happy.]

Fire bandits make another crappy little place bite the dust!

[And that's worth giving him a squeeze as she giggles and nuzzles up close to him.]