He'd learned relatively quickly that the angels were bad news, and given his lack of cursed energy, he might as well have a giant target plastered to the center of his back, which makes him a whole hell of a lot more uncomfortable than he's about to admit out loud.

But that … doesn't mean he isn't still trying to make himself useful when and where he can. He's not entirely convinced he won't still come across someone else he knows — Megumi and Yuji had been a welcome surprise, Suguru … a worrying one, for a myriad reasons — but having more people to look after means he has some direction here, which in turn means he doesn't feel entirely useless without his cursed energy.

( Imagine that … the strongest jujutsu sorcerer admitting he feels a little bit useless. )

When he hears that yelling, he comes running. It's too familiar for even his wishful-thinking brain to fabricate, and while he doesn't have access to any of his techniques he's still quick on his feet, effectively skidding to a stop just in time to reach out and grab the elbow attached to the arm opposite the one that had just produced those embers. There's a low whistle of approval, because it's him, and he's very rarely situation-appropriate all the time.

"You have to melt them completely," he says at first, head tipped to the side, grinning like this isn't some dire situation at all. "You might have a chance with those little firecrackers, but I'm not willing to take that risk, are you?"

Come with him if you want to live, or something.