Peeta looks up at him, gawking at his mangled arm just hanging there. This man must be in shock, because that has to be excruciating, but he doesn't seem to notice it.

"I'm... A bit stuck," he admits. He's basically pinned by a broken seat to the ceiling, which now functions as the wall.

The guy's mention of fire makes Peeta's breathing speed up, which hurts his ribs more. He tries not to inhale too deeply. He tries again to push himself out of the metal vice-grip with his free arm, and is rewarded with a wave of nauseating pain.