A handful of people make their way out of the smoky room, but there were a good number still scattered about the half-collapsed room in need of help. Dave was already crouched beside an unmoving figure, a child hovering by his shoulder while he got his arms under the body. His shades were pushed up atop his head, presumably useless in such a dark and smoke-filled room.

"Chill, little man, I got her," he was saying, in the middle of some meaningless string of babble that at least seemed to be doing an okay job of keeping the kid distracted. "Wanna just hang onto my cape? It's soft as shit, you can admit it. Fuck, uhh, better idea, just climb on up, that'll be faster..."

Dave held still a few moments to let the child clamber up onto his shoulders, then straightened with a soft hup and only a little staggering under the combined weight of kid and (hopefully just unconscious) mom. Turning back to the door, he nodded a bit absently at Shiro.

"Door wide open? Cool. Move fast, dude."

And suddenly, he vanished, along with his passengers.