Covering his face with the clothes that he was wearing he hurried over to open a door or a vent or something but these old buildings didn't have those luxuries. The best thing to do was probably to stay put till the dust settled, or maybe Ireland could conjure up some wind to dispel it all. That'd be kind of cool to see, to be honest.

So there he stood at the doorway, waving a hand in front of his face and grinning. All this trouble just to get him back to normal. But otherwise his boss was going to probably be very very shocked. Flip his lid, maybe.

"Maybe we should take this back out of this room, huh? I'll carry it!" and with that he took off, the book resting on top of his head as he held it over in both hands.