Running from explosions was no unfamiliar thing to Cal. Of course, usually he wasn't the cause of said explosions. Usually. "I've got it."

He didn't have all of his repair gear on him, but one of the tools he had could produce some impressive sparks even when used correctly, much less on dry weeds. He waited for his temporary partner in crime(?) to clear out, making a note of how far she went because she knew better the likely size of the explosion than he did, before setting the gathered weeds on fire and bolting to join her. Even without the force, he didn't need to worry about obstacles. If anything jumping and pushing himself over the first doomstone sped him up.