On the bright side, there won't be a risk of smoke inhalation; Shephard had his gas mask on when he started his run, and he's still wearing it now. Helmet, too. However, that is where the bright side ends. The stench on the wind is not just Advisor flesh burning.

Still, Shephard is doing his best to push himself up on one arm and lift the other- hey, it's still more or less in one piece!- okay, waving's not gonna happen, but still... "Over here," he calls, and grimaces behind the mask. "Aw, Jesus. Fuckin' mess..."