Apocalypse Northwest

[Merlin the Tuna]

Flint begins stripping off his camo jacket in a hurry, hoping it will keep his problems from worsening. Wriggling free from the coat, he hurls it aside, and instinctively grabs his burning arm with his slightly-less burning arm. Fairly certain that this particular problem will not be solved by punching anyone, he begins calling for help, yelling at the top of his manly lungs.

"GERARD!" Then, remembering one of the children's names, "Elliot! Coast's clear, but we could use a hand in here!"

The Dane seems understandably grumpy about his hand potentially turning to goo.