Grunting with pain, Kurloz tried to pull harder at Maeve's arms. His eyes stung from the smoke and pain but he just grit his teeth and kept pulling, turning his head to snap down at the cat, "Let go, you might get cooked too!"

Turning his attention back to his mother, Kurloz urged quietly, "Mam, you can't be staying here, come on, lets go home."