"What-..." Enoch shielded his nose and mouth with his arm, getting to his feet. What was the meaning of this!? He beat at the smoky air with the pants he was working on, the other hand going to his Arch and clumsily trying to work it loose enough to open with two flicks of his wrist.

Holding the weapon in the middle, coughing, he started to make his way towards the stairs, the flailing nearly-finished project also slapping against nearby objects and telling him where things were.