The mask registers in the back of her mind, filed to one side as Carolina staggers off the stage with York. Getting him back, getting him clear of the smoke - and where has everyone else disappeared to? Evacuated already?

"Here," she coughs, pressing the cloth she'd been using into York's hand, hoping he can keep a grip on it. "Cover your mouth. I've got you."

And she'll keep carrying him until they hit one of the side exits - though she does stagger against the wall, trying not to fall or drop him. She couldn't completely escape whatever drug was in the smoke, and her own muscles are beginning to protest. "Water. Now!" is barked at one of the roadies, who promptly disappears to fetch.