[Hahaha, I still don't know if Hank knows Reilly's name. Or, well, I guess he'd know one of them, but I don't want to assume which.]

Still trying to shake the snow off of his tuxedo, Hank regards Reilly with a smile, but under the current circumstances, there's little warmth in it. "That may be useful against the snow, to some degree, but I'm afraid the containment barrier is the bigger problem here, and I don't believe it's nature is one that will be affected by fire."

He shrugs. "Might be worth a try, if you like."