Tony coughs smoke out of his lungs and tries to blink away the white halo that the flash of the explosion had imprinted on his retinas even through his eyelids.

"Fine," he gasps in reply, and coughs again. He thinks he's fine. It's always a little hard to tell through the adrenaline, but he's obviously not dead, and he doesn't feel any injuries that seem likely to be fatal.

He doesn't ask how Valdis is, because he knows she has insta-healing powers and now is not the time for wasting breath on unnecessary words. "Didn't have to do that." Unless those words are frivolous bravado, apparently. "Gotta get out of here. Smoke," he continues, somewhat more constructively. "Could be toxic." Also, it could totally still suffocate them without being toxic. Toxic smoke just makes their escape slightly more urgent.

"Pepper?" She probably couldn't hear that over the crackling of the flames. He tries again. "Pepper?"