Party pooper.

Deadlock can take his squeamishness and make a path out of here if he's so sickened. Flashpoint's got no such 'high' standards.

But seriously is that him trying? Actually trying? She'd think it cute, if the building wasn't raining embers around them and creaking suspiciously. "Hurry up!" she urges, the girl hesitating a moment, uncertain. Of course that's when part of the roof decides to collapse. Better act fast!