["Spacing out" is hardly fair, but in retrospect, appropriate. Rosinante had been standing there eyeing the channel he'd dug around the Invincible last time it rained, assessing whether it would stand up to the latest downpour or if he'd have to hunt down that shovel again before the rain gets even worse.
The shout, and the clatter of wood all too close to his head, causes him to snap to attention and - oh hell, is that building collapsing? He turns to sprint for whoever is trapped inside.]
Hold on, I'll-
[Well, first he'll slip and faceplant into the mud with his arms outstretched, but then he gets right back up and keeps onward despite looking like he's just crawled out of a bog. He catches a plank just as it's about to fall and stands there in the doorway, holding it up to try and provide an exit, straining against the fact that he's had to leave his lantern several paces away to get there in time.]
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The shout, and the clatter of wood all too close to his head, causes him to snap to attention and - oh hell, is that building collapsing? He turns to sprint for whoever is trapped inside.]
Hold on, I'll-
[Well, first he'll slip and faceplant into the mud with his arms outstretched, but then he gets right back up and keeps onward despite looking like he's just crawled out of a bog. He catches a plank just as it's about to fall and stands there in the doorway, holding it up to try and provide an exit, straining against the fact that he's had to leave his lantern several paces away to get there in time.]
Hurry!