His head still feels half full of sparks and smoke and roaring flames as he makes for the door, the long muscles of his arms twitching as though wondering why they haven't started throwing blows yet.

When he looks up at Magne, it takes him a moment -- and a wrenching effort -- to actually see her, hear what she's asked him. It's going to take him a good few moments longer to do anything like smile.

"If you like."