Cigarette smoke and that which comes from a chemical fire are vastly different beasts. [She could do this. SHe- no. It was too. She scrubs her face with a hand, tells herself over and over she's on the first floor, steels herself and forces her way up the next flight of stairs.]

I am fine. I will be fine. I will be there in a moment. [As long as she didn't think about it.]