[Somewhere down the line Joss has acquired a cut on his cheek that is bleeding freely, mixing with all the ash and soot and muck on his face, but he doesn't seem to notice it. Besides that, he seems physically unhurt. He reties the white handkerchief around his nose and mouth and goes back to hefting a bucket.

He doesn't notice Romeo until a beat too late.]

I'm fine. Can you carry a bucket? We need to wet the roof so that it doesn't catch a spark and go up. Won't do much if the lava comes, though.