Yes, see? You're fine. You're all right. [It's still a fairly dire situation, all told, but at least they're both mobile, right? Koby's doing his best to seem the picture of calm, of being fully in control of himself and capable of helping.
Except Iggy's right -- they're trapped. The door is hot, which means the fire's very close, soon to be inescapable. Koby breathes in, coughs a little on the smoke, then makes several very quick decisions.]
The window. [There's one close, smashed, a hole in the center surrounded by jagged glass spikes. Koby tugs off his jacket, wrapping it around his fist, his arm, then quickly, methodically, starting to punch at the glass so it breaks further, widening the hole enough that they could slip through without gouging themselves too much. It's slow going, the glass thick, tempered, and he's soon sweating -- both from the exertion and the approaching fire.] Let me -- know when it looks -- big enough.
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Except Iggy's right -- they're trapped. The door is hot, which means the fire's very close, soon to be inescapable. Koby breathes in, coughs a little on the smoke, then makes several very quick decisions.]
The window. [There's one close, smashed, a hole in the center surrounded by jagged glass spikes. Koby tugs off his jacket, wrapping it around his fist, his arm, then quickly, methodically, starting to punch at the glass so it breaks further, widening the hole enough that they could slip through without gouging themselves too much. It's slow going, the glass thick, tempered, and he's soon sweating -- both from the exertion and the approaching fire.] Let me -- know when it looks -- big enough.