If the flames were being used as an intimidation tactic, it didn't work on him. He merely blinked and tilted his head, almost as if he was curious. Sure, he had visible signs of damage from his venture through this deck, even though he tried to hide his internal conflict. His clothes were singed and torn in various places, with blood staining the material.

"Yet you're free to come down here as you please? I don't think that's very fair." He sounded rather disappointed about that, despite nearly dying several minutes ago.

He moves over to the elevator doors and holds a hand to block the sliding doors, making it clear he wasn't ready to leave. They were having a conversation and if Kenna intended on shoving him back in, he could easily come back down to this deck with a swipe of his card key.