Brigid shakes her head. "No, don't apologize." She grimaces as her hand randomly bursts into flame. Man, that's annoying. Maybe if she talks to the archangels? No, she can figure it out without angelic help.

"I can open a window if that would help? I'm not sure if a wind would help or hurt." She sighs and reaches up to brush back the flame-curls falling over her face.