[ Alice's match is almost out when Veronica walks up to her, and even though she'd rather be alone, the prospect of being warm without using one of her own matches overrides her inclination towards solitude. ]
Yeah, go ahead.
[ She's shielding her own match, observing how the flame burns hotter and brighter as Veronica sits.
B
Yeah, go ahead.
[ She's shielding her own match, observing how the flame burns hotter and brighter as Veronica sits.
Then it goes out. ] Shit.