>Omar: do your thing.
He does, and even standing around the corner, you can feel the rush of hot, dry air spill through the corridor.
Then something made of fire and a skeleton pokes its head round the corner.
OMAR: “Hssk. HSSTKCRKLE.”
JACQUELINE: “You can’t speak?”
OMAR: “KrSSkk.”
JACQUELINE: “Okay, just let us go past and follow us until you can touch things without setting them on fire.”