Benjamin was relieved when a young man and girl about his age came to help him. Cyril came over and helped the girl heft the man. "Go on. Get him out of here, we'll be fine." He said, speaking for both himself and Joli, whom he hadn't truly met. He turned to him in this case, though, and said, "We have to do something about the fire." As if an answer from God, another kid their age ran up and gestured to the barrels full of drink. Good call. "We have to douse the edges of the fire and move anything it might use to spread, like those banners." He told Naoto and Joli. "We don't have to put it out. Just contain it." He pulled out his pocket knife and started severing or moving banners, streamers and anything connected to the surrounding buildings, including fallen boards. He wished they had dirt. Just a wheel barrel of it. They could encircle the flames with it. Whatever drink that kid and hopefully Joli were pouring would have to be enough. "Check the barrels for alcohol! That would light up like a Christmas tree!" That would only make the situation worse.