[ Well, that's not great. Jason had kind of been planning on using that window, to be honest. Fortunately he's in the next room when the explosion actually happens, securing the screamer in question, who turned out to be some kid. Jason doesn't flinch when he hears the explosion, although distantly he is aware that some part of him -- the part that can't help but notice that sound is the last thing he heard before he died -- is freaking out. Fortunately that part isn't in charge right now. The part that is in charge is mostly frustrated with the change of plans.

Out the door and down the hall, then. That should be fine. He just has to do it now, before the flames get big enough that opening the door will trigger another explosion. That would be bad, but there's no time to worry about it. So he picks up the kid and just goes, out towards the front door, shields him with his body as best he can, because when he opens the door it's definitely going to burn the shit out of him. Fortunately the jacket is fire-resistant, but the jeans are just regular jeans, so that's going to suck. He mutters a quiet "hold on" to the kid before opening the door -- and sure enough, flames are hot on his heels as he rushes out into the hall. ]