Paul is peering into the smoke, cursing under his breath, drawing the gun he's been carrying the past couple of days since this bullshit about duplicates or whatever. He hears noises from further in, maybe Glitch's voice, clearly things breaking.

Shit. Shit. On the topic of things he wants to do, running into a blazing building filled with god knows what flammable chemicals Glitch may have stored in here is not his idea of a party.

There's an eye-rinse station Glitch has set up near the front door-- thank Christ-- so Paul tugs his shirt up and starts dousing it as quickly as the water stream allows.

"I'm coming in for you! Keep making noise if you can hear me!" he shouts.