No, I'd use your own severed limb for that. [She snatches the phone and digs around in one of the pockets of her dress, pulling out a piece of something squishy that sort of blends into the dark until she puts a little pressure on it and it glows. She slaps it against the back of the phone, mutters a few words under her breath and the glowy thing dissolves and the phone lights up like a lantern.] Could've packed a torch, too. We should make a list of all the shite you could've packed.