Wyatt struggled after her, stumbling through the smoke.

An arm up, covering his mouth and nose he was saved from cracking his face off the building that suddenly reared up out of nowhere, but his elbow still smarted quite a bit as he felt around the corner to the broken window.

He half-climbed, half-fell through to the floor within and lay there hacking, his lungs sounding like they were trying to beat a hasty retreat from his body.