She glances at him, questioning, before it clicks what he's suggesting. The idea repulses her for some reason. It's certainly logical and efficient, but every part of her rebels at it.

"Burial or burnin'," Brimstone says, lips drawn to a thin line. The expression isn't directed at Lights, but rather Huo. "Gettin' eaten might be a kinda irony for that one, but it ain't nothin' safe or savory. C'mon. Let's find you somethin' to stuff in that can and get the rest of these bottles outta fools' hands.