She offers a cursory examination of the ruined cockpit, not at all surprised that the entire unit was completely scrapped, and nothing was worth trying to pull out. "Nah, this one is a dead hulk."<br/><br/>Walking over to the Fire-based Cleaning unit, She shrugged the tank onto her back, hunching somewhat under the weight, then lifted the flamethrower's spitter wand and lit the pilot light. "Fire in the hole!" Walking back to the shattered ruin she set the wand to its widest dispersion and filled the entire ruined cockpit with flames, the stench of flesh cooking off of hot metal filling the hangar for a few moments before the flamethrower cleared what little remained of the former person inside.<br/><br/>Pulling her mask off, Jal sighed, then dug into a pocket of her coveralls, and pulled out a hand-rolled smoke, which she lit using the flamethrower's pilot light, before shutting off the 'thrower. Taking a slow drag of the cig, she walked over to Mheg and offered it to her. "It'll help. Trust me."