We've been flying over this charred forest all day.
I don't know the first thing about forest fires. I have no idea what we should be looking for.
"Oh, look. Someone threw this lightning cloud in the dumpster, and one bolt is missing."
How about "Oh, look. Naked, pink human lying in a ditch. Let's blame him for the fire?"
"You left your DNA in that storm-cloud, punk. You're going down."