The engine room was like nothing she'd ever seen. Between one step and the next, Vanahara paused in the doorway for a split second, letting her senses pass over the dizzying array of machinery and try to make sense of it. She pushed her shock aside for the moment, though, following the one-armed man towards where the most damage had been done.

Vana cast a critical eye over the still mass of intricate metal, nodding to herself as she considered the problems and how to solve them. She glanced over at the glittering spikes of ice that had punched holes through the ship, then turned back to the man, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at the offenders. 

"You'll want one of the hydromancers for those," she said. "Maybe even one of the pyros to melt it away." She stepped forward, laying a hand on one of the outer casings that had a jagged piece torn away, lying on the floor a few feet away. "I can fix the parts, but you'll have to get one of your engineers to put the whole back together."

The man nodded his understanding, and Vanahara turned back to the engine. "Karinot," she muttered under her breath, before leaning down to pick up the severed piece of casing. She tucked the thick metal under her arm and wedged a foot into a safe gap in the engine, starting the climb up to the damaged area. If she was going to repair an entire engine, she might as well start from the top and work her way down.