He grabbed a blanket and helped Anaya stuff the cracks to keep the smoke from entering the room. Moments after of breathing fresh air the pain went away. Shawn studied the girls a bit more. They didn't show any signs of danger, at least not immediately. So he lowered his knife and placed it into it's sheath. "My name's Shawn, and this is my sister, Claire."<br/><br/>He found a nearby oil lantern, with a matchbook resting upon it. Striking the match the room flared up, and the light settled down once wick was lit. He threw to matchstick aside. The roof and windows still rattled fiercely, giving Shawn the shivers. "What is going on out there?" he asked everyone in the room, but no one in particular.<br/><br/>"Where are you all heading?" he asked timidly, still feeling nervous.