[center][color=9e0b0f][h2]Ben the Fighter[/h2][/color][/center] 

Ben had the lower half of his face covered by the upper part of his shirt. He still had asthma, albeit not nearly as bad as when he was younger. Which meant that all this smoke was particularly rough on him, but still, he had decided to check on the bunker a bit and see if there was anything else he could do to help. He had to get away from mr. jealous over there, anyhow. Also, Ben needed to make sure the doggy was ok. 

What he found wasn't a dog, but a slim girl heading out of the smoke and bumping into him. He blinked, knocked off balance as she was. His quick feet were all that kept him from falling over, and he grabbed her waist on instinct to keep her from rolling down onto the rocky ground. "[color=9e0b0f]Whoa is right[/color]," he chuckled at the surprise. "[color=9e0b0f]Gotta be careful there, girly.[/color]" The strong young man lifted her up to a standing position again and he dusted her off. "[color=9e0b0f]You alright?[/color]" 
[@Wick]