Adena's stomach sank. If he found out that she was the person who burned it, who knew what he would do? I need to get rid of this kero smell, the girl thought, trying to avoid imagining Marc's corpse. She obviously couldn't trust this man, not without knowing him. She swallowed and put her hand over her pocket where her lighter rested, not answering his second question. "I'm Adena," she said, gazing out at the flaming building. She tried to stand, but her feet gave out again. She caught herself on his arm and apologized with a grimace. "What district of the city is this? I have no idea where I am... I live downtown."