[Ned coughs pointedly, the sleeve of his jacket coming up to protect the smokey assail on his lungs.] We need to get out of here. [He points out s-so astutely, actually reaching out to put a brief hand on Jack's shoulder before beginning his brave descent toward the exit. As smoke starts to fill the space, however, he becomes even more blind, stumbling to freedom as quickly as he can make it out.]
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