A bit skittish, this one.

When the spark goes off again, Rosaline squeaks a bit.

"Oh, that is not good. Just wait." She thinks that she saw a pile of things in the far corner of the hallway. Always trust your luck to piles of supplies, that would be her life's motto. If she knew what a motto was.

"I have a torch here, if you can light it."

The woman brings her find over and passes it through the bars.

At least it's a step in the right direction.