The smoke had started and panic had begun to engulf the building in the same way that the smoke was igniting frantic and manic behavior in it’s occupants. Ezra was not the frantic type, wasn’t manic, didn’t let his body or his mind be given over to panic. He was solid, a rock, someone who could be leaned on in the face of the worst kinds of situations. He had been on his way back his room to grab some things, search out his sisters and get the hell out of this place, when he chose to take a detour into checking out the other rooms on their floor. Maybe it was because he saw the smoke getting heavier as he moved, or maybe it was some latent hero complex - whatever it was, Ezra found himself ducking onto that floor, moving in and out of abandoned rooms in search of someone who might not be fully capable of getting themselves out of this place on their own.
He was almost certain the floor was empty. Almost, that was until he heard noise down towards the other end. Someone in a room moving around.
With big strides and a determined step, Ezra moved down the hall with ease, his goal clear. “Hey, I know you’re on this floor, you need help?” He paused a beat before adding. “Or are you looting other people’s shit while you can?”