There was still smokes pouring out from the car, and he remembers fire. But nothing that he had not been equipped to handle, he'd after all seen fire in his dreams. His attention was drown to where Cheris is pointing and then he nods as he puts a hand to his disoriented head which felt swimming, and maybe that was just the chemicals that pulled through the air at an alarming rate.

So he gratefully takes the mask offered to him by the young woman and then holds it to his mouth; when he speaks next it is muffled but still understandeable. "I think it is the train section I came out of but I was too busy getting out and everything was burning." Damn him and his fire aesthetic magic, would not do him any good-- and everything was so unreliable except.

"I do not see anything that could be used to put out the fire however.." he remembers there was a backpack that they landed with, so he finally manages to pull his out. "Maybe there is something in here that can help?"