...He's going to have to get used to that, isn't he? Just when he thought that life was getting weird enough, someone threw him onto an artificial planet with some kind of space ghost.

No time to question it. He could be privately freaked out on his own time, when people weren't depending on him.

Jason grunted and turned his shoulder into the door. It was a lot easier when he could plant both feet on terra firma and push. It was a bit of a strain, but he managed. He spared Pash a glance and nodded. "Thanks, man. I'm not sure how much longer I could've kept that open."

A good thing, too. The bulk of the crowd was already through, but there were still a few stragglers finding their way through the heat and the smoke. The flames, however, were getting oppressive. Pretty soon, if there was anyone left in that section of the planet ship, they wouldn't be in any shape to rescue.

After a few long moments, with nobody else passing through, Jason raised a hand to catch Pash's attention. He held up all five fingers, rocking his hand forward. When he pulled it back, he curled a finger, starting a countdown of five seconds before he'd be moving and letting the door close.