"Certainly," he said, applying a not insignificant amount of the rubbing alcohol to Nina's bare flesh, and then, using one of the bar's matchpads, setting her ablaze.
Nina lets out a pained cry, only able to stand it for a few seconds before the flames were extinguished by probes that quickly went to work. In no time her skin was smooth and unmarred by burns.
"I'm not sure where sufficient equipment for future study could be maintained. The amenities in a club like this are...minimal," he said, with an air of disdain.