[The problem with being used to wearing a sweet kevlar-lined impact-resistant fireproof heroic dragon coat is that if you happen to have messed yours up while murdering a kid, later when you're inevitably caught in an explosion, that replacement jacket is gonna feel that much more disappointing as it goes up like a runny pair of nylons as the remains of off-brand snacks and old computers and other sharp and/or fiery things go raining down atop it. Still, stopping, dropping, and rolling will have to wait until out of the hallway at least, and Kaiba staggers towards the exit, taking care that the girls have made it out]