Raven could only shake his head at the odd man as he continued to insist on the odd...'moral' question of what they were up to. Either the man had no idea what he was saying, thought he was in a position of power, or just thought asking the question would get all the answers. Regardless, he had little time for the mess as he turned to note a collection of workers coming to the top, some of which who had been stabbed before during the battle, to come repair. He would have to give his thanks to Master Alexander later...or perhaps right now if this man didn't start making sense. 

"Mage, you make very little sense to me, nor of what question you seek an answer to. The storm shows no morals, and yet we made it through without asking it for safe passage. As such, we also seek to make sure it does not decide otherwise if it were to say...spread in a new direction. If that is what you seek to know, then be done with it." Raven replied, figuring speaking a bit more cryptically would at least make some sense to the mage...or get him frustrated enough to leave them to their work. Turning to go back, he noted another mage waiting, though oddly could not recall the man, other than the assistance he gave in covering their escape from the decks moments before. 

"Fine work during the fight, you must be quite fierce to battle with in general! I wonder if you would be interested in staying with the ship longer after this particular...mission? Storms are quite the force to use as a weapon, as we've both seen." Raven complimented the mage, keeping a sharp eye on the other mage, already knowing that the metal guards would handle the other problems.

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As Vana began to make her way up, the man with the metal arm brought over a ladder, leaning it against the hull of the ship. "There are easier ways than just....well, jumping into things?" The man said, as another worker took a hammer to one of the ice spikes for it to freeze the hammer. "DON'T WASTE THE DAMN TOOLS!"

Turning his attention back to Vana, he decided to best find out what she meant. "So, your friends can take care of these? They are not a problem...but someone falling on em might be...problematic. Thank ya for the help though. Not many people we would want in here usually, but...she's a bit hurt, and will not feel well unless we get the extra help, ya know?"

As they worked up to the top, the engine seemed to slowly be calming down from its previous frantic pace, which in itself seemed to calm the collection of men and women in the room. 

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A man who had been helping another worker back to his feet chuckled at Alexander. "Well, that should hopefully be the last time today we do that. Works wonders, can make a bit of a mess on the deck, but the bastards got what they deserved!" The man laughed, entertained by whatever he was talking about. "But, maybe you don't need to worry about that. We took care of the big problem, so now we should have an easy time getting back to the city." 

"They'll probably boost the rotors again, and we'll take off as long as the engines are alright from that disaster. And no one caught anything...contagious from the storm...You don't think there is anything like that? Like, Storm Sickness or something?"