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And so he went from extreme heat into an intense cold. Still, the sheer lowness of the temperature of the walk-in refrigerator caused the flame that had been trying to grow on Harvey's shoulder to give out almost immediately. Still, it had been on his bad shoulder, the one that was already burned, so even the slightest bit of heat was enough to aggravate it.
Making sure that the heavy door was shut tight behind them, the man leaned himself up against the wall, pressing his shoulder against it to try and help cool it down further.
He looked over to Jones then, seeing that his fires had also gone out. Good. "You all right?" he asked with a slight frown. He knew how much it hurt, and unlike Recluse, he actually kind of liked the archaeologist.
Though even as he was dealing with the fact that he'd almost repeated the most traumatizing event in his life, he couldn't help noticing that something in the fridge reeked to high Heaven. He glanced around, looking for the source but not seeing anything that was immediately obvious.