Eve clears each room as she goes, testing the doors for heat before sticking her head into a room. The smoke is starting to make her eyes water, but she's had worse. Room after room, quick flicks of her gaze around for people shapes.

No one, and no one. "Clear," she calls from the end of the hall, and turns, striding back toward the stairs. X is stalled. "X," Eve says, to get his attention, and, a bit more insistently before she even has seen if he responds or not, "X. Time to go."