John grunted as he finally got to his feet, dragging in a shallow breath that pulled uncomfortably at cracked bone. "No need to say thank you or anything," he drawled in the direction Tamsin had gone. "For, you know, not burning you alive." He turned one hand over and frowned a little as there was a strip of angry looking piece of skin, bright red, like a lobster. That was going to scar.
He nodded back at Remy, managing to pull himself together enough to keep moving. Nevermind about the blood and the burns. He was pretty sure the world wasn't supposed to be swimming in the way that it was, he'd had blurred vision before, it was never good. "Move it or lose it," he muttered to the furry kid that seemed to be stuck to his side. What the hell?
"Bet you didn't think something like this would happen when you signed the dotted line," John muttered to Gambit, managing a weak smirk. Jesus Christ, he felt like shit.