You know I can't. [He can't fix it. So he shrugs, taking a step away from the wall. He's fairly sure that's flour on the floor now, and that it's spilling from a bag. It's been a while since he's blown anything up.]

There's no point in trying, there isn't anything left to fix. If I had my lab, we wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, but without the proper equipment this was the only option.

[The matches are in his pocket, and he reaches for them.]