Please just let this be the fire. Don't make him seize here, not now. The tremble in his limbs could just as easily be fatigue, no guarantee any of it's about to herald the prickle of an incipient convulsion. Christ, fuck - and this is would be the worst time for it.

"We can - get them out, maybe," he mutters, never mind the needling instinct to do just the opposite and get as far away from the rush of flames as possible. "Maybe - call someone. Cops, security - someone's gotta know, right?"

Someone. Yeah, he has no idea how the police force here works. For all he knows they just work for whoever's willing to pay for their time. Actually, that's probably exactly how it works.