[You hear a loud BOOM from the rooftop, likely followed closely by small pieces of what looks like molten silver raining down onto the pool deck.
Some moments later, Taning sticks a head over the ledge and sees you. His face is, well, the sort of comically burnt black usually only reserved for bad comedies. And his hair is sticking out every which way.
Once he spots you:]
Didn't get hit by anything, did you? Sorry about that! And don't touch those globs!
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Some moments later, Taning sticks a head over the ledge and sees you. His face is, well, the sort of comically burnt black usually only reserved for bad comedies. And his hair is sticking out every which way.
Once he spots you:]
Didn't get hit by anything, did you? Sorry about that! And don't touch those globs!