Heather glanced up at Anico as she returned, a smile brightening her face at the sight of the firewood. "I think I saw matches somewhere.. I'll see if I can dig them out for us.."<br/><br/>She paused a moment, thoughtful, then shrugged with a shake of her head that sent red hair sliding over her eyes till she pushed it back out of the way. "I don't recall seeing a frying pan. I doubt we would be so lucky as to find anything so nice. Perhaps some of the cans can be saved to cook in once we eat their contents.. But a pan is unlikely. We don't even have a hatchet or anything to use to cut metal with."<br/><br/>Heather shivered at the cold as she hurriedly went through the supplied that had been neatly sorted out and shortly came back with a box of matches. She set these down beside Anico while she arranged the firewood. "I'll go and get some more firewood while you get this started, if you don't mind. Might I use your flashlight?" She rubbed her hands together to ward off the chill. So long as she could keep moving, she could stay somewhat warm. Gathering firewood would help.