Herbert is honestly really lucky that his clothing was all made here by Carly due to Prince shenanigans, because his clothing is definitely synthetic fabric at home, and he'd be a lot worse off right now. He pats at his head furiously first, the moment he emerges from the fire, making a strangled, panicked noise.

As he drops down to attempt to smother the more intense flames on his front, he has enough reagent-driven motivation and foresight to yank his radio out of his pocket and toss it to the side to continue picking up what it can rather than just the noise of Herbert attempting to not burn to death.