Well, you don't know you're concussed, but you definitely could be. [Reassuring? Perhaps. But Koby's very gentle and careful as he smooths bits of glass out of Iggy's hair, making sure none of them cut him.]

We shouldn't wait around -- I can smell fire from here, and it's only going to spread. [Plus, Koby has the worst-case-scenario doubt that anyone's going to come for them.] Can you walk, do you thik?