[He has time to blink at the sudden change of scenery before that particularly unsettling, too-tight, not-his-skin feeling sets it. It's not as though he hasn't had to get used to it to some degree, but this is more how it feels on the worse days. His skin is crawling and a little bile is rising in his throat. He rolls his shoulders, trying to alleviate the tight feeling.]

[It doesn't really help. (It never does.) Even so, he turns and marches straight toward the smoke.]