"Right!" There's even a little hand-painted (by DG) sign, not that one can really see it at the moment.
What one may be able to see is movement along the floor from out of the thickest smoke, flame, and steam. Glitch's waterlogged curls flop around his bloody face, his right forearm is pressed against his nose and mouth, and he's hauling himself along with feet and left elbow.
"I've got to--" He looks around as best he can, thinking frantically of what to save. So much is likely gone already, plans and prototypes and materials...he looks up the stairs towards the office/lounge/sanctuary and shakes his head, knowing it's hopeless but maybe it'll be spared.
"--borrow your tablet, they need to know there's--"
More coughing, re-prioritize: don't die, escape, warn the city. He shakes his head and keeps crawling toward the front of the shop.
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What one may be able to see is movement along the floor from out of the thickest smoke, flame, and steam. Glitch's waterlogged curls flop around his bloody face, his right forearm is pressed against his nose and mouth, and he's hauling himself along with feet and left elbow.
"I've got to--" He looks around as best he can, thinking frantically of what to save. So much is likely gone already, plans and prototypes and materials...he looks up the stairs towards the office/lounge/sanctuary and shakes his head, knowing it's hopeless but maybe it'll be spared.
"--borrow your tablet, they need to know there's--"
More coughing, re-prioritize: don't die, escape, warn the city. He shakes his head and keeps crawling toward the front of the shop.