The smoke actually didn't bother Clark at all. He was breathing it in, but he couldn't bring himself to cough or wheeze the way that any other person would. Instead, Clark turned to look at Tim, brows rising in concern. He didn't notice the smoke thing yet; Clark was still too bewildered from everything that had happened earlier to really do so. "An actual ghost in here." Clark pulled another window down, watching as the smoke began to curl out into the open air. He tugged the last one down as well, then moved back down the hall to where Tim was standing. "Uh. Yeah." He didn't necessarily want to go anywhere. Clark wanted to figure out what had happened. Where had the fire come from? How had he gotten through all of this completely unscathed? It didn't make any sense.
"Let's go," Clark told him, reaching out to carefully nudge Tim down the hall via shoulder. He might not have been bothered by the smoke, but Tim certainly was. "I'm gonna have to figure out how to explain this to maintenance..." Why stop at maintenance? For all Clark knew, he was going to end up having to speak to the big boss himself. Was he gonna get fired? Oh man, Clark really didn't want to get fired. What was he even going to say? What could he even say? Clark didn't even know what had happened to begin with.
"What are the chances of me being able to get away with blaming all of this on the ghosts...?" Clark wondered, pushing the stairwell door open for them.