[He laughs, both at her renewed energy and the way her shoes squish as she skips along. See, this is way better already. This is what they need. Huddling in the dark and suffering can get the fuck out of his life, there's a town to ruin and shit to burn. He trots along after her, then reaches for her hand. Clearly, any hard feelings are forgiven in favor of destructive teamwork.]

If you seen movies you've seen most of what there is to know. That's what I nicked all those bottles for anyway, back at your place. Thought maybe they'd be for your ex's house, but now we got somethin' better to burn.

[Or at least a primary target. That house of her ex's is still on his list if they can screech on by on the bike with one bomb held in reserve for it.

And yeah, he'd seen that look she gave him when she saw what all he'd put in that bag, so he gives an eyebrow-raise at her in return. A clever little "see?" because it's not like he'd taken all of those to drink.]