I see... so that closes whatever channel there is to the fuel.

['not done that much with' doesn't mean 'has never touched'. Need clicks it back open and holds it under her nose, trying to smell whatever-it-is, but gives it up. The fiery area of the swamp isn't the best place to try and discern scents.]

This opens that channel, and the wheel's the striker. [she frowns at it, the set of her face making focus look like anger, as it always does. It's going to take a few tries before she gets it.]