Just moments before the explosion Thomas saw the trash container, but was almost immediately hit in the lower leg with a shot from a rifle. He got there as fast as he could and made it in just in the nick of time. The trash container was dented by the explosion and Thomas felt some of the shock waves, but besides the gunshot he was fine. Fire went above the top of the container, he saw it all and thought how lucky he was not to be consumed by it. Thomas realized he should remain in there for a few moments, lest the men assumed he was alive. He looked at his wounded leg, seeing the bloodstained hole in his pant leg. Thomas looked to his shoulder, then back to his leg, thinking, 'When will I catch a break? I should've tried reasoning with them, maybe they would've seen that two extra men would be more useful than one extra gun...' Thomas looked at Keleon, a forced smile on his face. "Guess it was me who shouldn't have done anything stupid." Thomas continued looking at his leg, seeing the entry and exit wound from the bullet and noting that it was not stuck inside him. The wound may prove a problem, so he decided healing was the best option. He motioned for his orb to help him recover, hoping that nothing would see the pale light it emanated while the healing process occurred. Either way, it wasn't the armed men he had to worry about, he had a firestorm and a mountain of debris between him and them, it was anything that would be enticed by the explosion. Thomas just now realized he was lying in garbage, his sensitive nose disturbed by the foul smell. "Next time I spot a trap," Thomas began, "Do me a favor and humor me."