It's the What-Can-You-Do look that sets her mind, more than anything. She leans back against the wall and waits for Jamie to somehow screw it up, and feels pleasantly smug when he can't get it to budge.

Then she holds up the crowbar.

"Torch?" she asks, stepping forward and wedging the found tool in between, wrenches it a few times, and pops part of the post out. Shift down a few inches, repeat. "Like, with fire?"