Everything was happening quickly, to quickly for his still spinning head to keep much track of. He sees flashes of light, hears screams, smells smoke and struggles to catch his breath for a bit longer. Slowly his senses are back, enough for him to wipe his face clean, to get a clearer picture of what is happening and make himself useful again.

His head clears just as Bree is stumbling about, screaming in pain as fire licks at her. Without thinking, Kirk stripping off his dusty, blood splattered jacket and rushed towards her, stumbling down beside her, slapping at the flames as he coughed and struggled to keep his own head from spinning again.

"Help me put it out!" he called over his shoulder to the others.