[ Fortunately, Morgana has quick reflexes. Catlike, even. Also catlike is the meowesque squawk he makes as he evades some toasted garbage flying his way. This despite the constant claims he's not a cat.

He's fighting his urge to rush into the smoke and try to help, but a. he knows that running into a big, possibly poisonous cloud of suffocating gas wouldn't help anyone, and b. he's probably not strong enough to carry another person out of there. Hearing the sound of a fire extinguisher brings him some peace of mind, at least. When Cisco emerges, the small feline creature sighs in relief before giving him a somewhat reprimanding look. ]

You look like you're all right... Thank goodness. [ a pause. ] -- What the heck is going on back there? You're not burning things for fun, are you? Even I could tell you how dangerous that is!