The pins-and-needles hadn't left her lower half yet, so while Tam could manage to haul herself to half-stand on feet she really couldn't feel properly, she wasn't really up to walking anywhere. Kirk's shoulder provided a welcome leaning-post, right about the time the gas ignited. Someone had, thankfully, the foresight to have ripped that fire-blanket up off the floor and over the source of the leak, so some of the blast was deflected back toward the wall. Tam found herself on the floor -- again -- with her auburn hair reeking of scorch, smoldering faintly.<br/><br/>"Kirk," she choked out, hoping he could still hear her. "I can't walk. My legs.." A bout of coughing ensued. "Look after these two. I'll be alright here."