"I'm— I'm okay!" He coughs a little, choking on the thickening smoke as the fires surrounding them leap higher. It's more or less the truth, though, the rough sound of his voice aside. He's scraped up and breathing hard, but uninjured, as far as he can tell. Somehow, that doesn't make him feel any better, though.

"What about you? And - that guy you're with?" This time it's not the smoke that makes him falter, as he tries to recall the shape of the person he saw her supporting. As he tries not to think about the shape of the blood he glimpsed on her.

"I think I can find my way around this..."