Natasha gratefully takes the torch, and this time purposefully uses her lighting to hit the straw.

Light begins to fill the cell as the flame burns bigger and bigger. She holds it out, away from her face (because really it was getting too hot), and looks down at the melted lock, then up at Rosaline. She was finally able to see her clearly.

"I'm Natasha, by the way," she says sheepishly.