There was some kind of sigil... Back toward the shelter. [He reaches up to touch the burnt ends of his hair.] It was absorbing any heat in the area, then throwing it all off. I think it was in self-defense. [Once he's standing, he holds out the pencil to show her the burnt end.] There were some symbols and some kind of script I've never seen before. The symbols seemed elemental in nature, and the script was alphabetical, not ideographical. Some kind of magic circle, if you will.
[He started, somewhat shakily, but stubbornly, onward to HQ]