Morrigan tries to hold her breath but fails, sucking in a lungful of smoke and starting to cough immideatly. (( stamina+ stamina, 0 success)) Roll(4d10)+0: 3,7,5,7,+0 Total:22
Evelyn gets luckier then her partner, cupping her hand over her mouth and stepping out of range as the acrid smell billows out. (( stamina+ stamina, 2 successes)) Roll(4d10)+0: 1,5,8,8,+0 Total:22
Morrigan: The smoke winds through your nose and lungs, tries to sink into your flesh, but.... it seems to have some difficulty, for some reason.
Morrigan coughs and backs up a bit, trying to bring the smoke out of her lungs. Evelyn inspects the kid's remains.
"....oh... that ain't good," Martin mutters, walking towards Morrigan. "...should I get Galen over here, see if he can. Er. Patch that up?" He gives the body a lot of leeway. ".. damn, it had to make a mess in the foy-yer, huh? We do still have mortal folks walking through, and if we have to knock another fifty off of Charlot's rent because he has the worst habit of walking in on things I'm going to bloody flip. What even is this thing?" He scruffs his hands through his hair. "Is this hazardous material? Can we even touch it?"
"Get one of the elementals who won't smoke us out to move it, maybe," Desiree murmurs, glancing at Evelyn.
Evelyn gives her other's back a few good pat. She rolls her eyes at Martin " I'm not even angry right now, you'll be fine. And get a garbage bag and some gloves first, he'll fit. " She motions towards the body with her chin.
"Yeah,Yeah...." Martin stretches, pulling out his keys and heading into the office, grabbing a garbage bag and eyeing the deflated, rubbery looking corpse. "That's just too weird."
Evelyn shrugs " I've seen weirder." She grabs the garbage bag by the corners from inside and pulls it inside out. She puts her hands as far into it as she can, and handmade gloves complete starts pulling the body into the bag. She turns her face away and scrunches up her nose as she works " Still smells though."
"...uh. so. Ms. Black? You wanna see if the doc can clean you up?" Martin asks carefully, walking over to put a hand on her arm, though he covers his mouth with his sweater.
"C'mon, you can sit in mine while I call 'im up, luv," he hums, moving his hand to her waist and offering his other hand, gently guiding her towards the elevator.
He gently leads her up, guiding her to the fifth floor and into his apartment, gently pushing her towards the couch. "You want... tea or something, while I call?"
She gives him an accusing look, holding her jaw shut to prevent a few coughs, then continues as before, sprawling on the couch.
Evelyn meanwhile finishes shoving the rubbery corpse into the bag and hoists it over her shoulder, while humming 'Knives Out' . " Hold the door for me Desiree?" She asks.
