Satisfaction was quickly waning to be replaced by nausea. Wanda coughed at the smoke and gagged. She drifted backwards, towards Tony and the exit. "Okay, oh god, let's, let's go." She envied Tony the suit- the smell was so terrible now that she would have preferred unconsciousness. When she was on the stairwell she took several deep breaths of relatively clean air and dropped to her knees for a few moments to rest her face on the cold tiles of the floor. "Just one more floor to the roof," she mumbled, fighting the urge to be sick.