To protect himself from the spray of grass and loam kicked up by Bridgett's sudden stop, Abel pivoted sideways and threw up an elbow to cover his face. He brushed dirt from his already-dirty coat and batted away his teammate's hand as she tried to touch him. “Didn't you notice? I fell from Gren's scrapheap. If my aura had been any lower I coulda been seriously hurt, and if it was you that had fallen, we'd be down a team member. Permanently!” Pausing, he permitted himself a second to watch Robert and Priscilla leave, absolutely untouched by their words. “No way in hell am I ever going along with one of that dude's wacko plans again.”

While he still felt some aggressive urges, he found that his rage was quickly dwindling. It seemed wrong, no matter how pissed he was, to take it out on Bridget. She legitimately seemed to hold concern for him. Still, a little consideration from another being for once didn't assuage his pain. He flexed his shoulders and winced. “Speaking of hurt, my back is killing me. That fall really did a number on me. Let's see what Gren has to say about it, eh?” Leaning upon the Ampere support, he followed Bridgett back to the airship.

Making surprisingly good time thanks to Bridgett's newfound knowledge of the terrain, the pair arrived only a few moments after Priscilla and Robert did. Abel's frown deepened, but he made no move to press the issue with them. Instead, he made his way straight to Gren.

“Idiot! I could have been killed! If it were Bridge that fell, she'd be dead!” Though he didn't intend to, electricity sparked up and down the length of the Ampere in a slightly threatening manner. Without any hesitation, he continued, drowning out Gren's initial response. “There was no rush! By deciding you needed to be the big impressive tech guy, you put your allies at risk.” The voltage died away, and Abel seemed to relax now that he had vented. “If we're a team now, we've got to look out for each other,” he beseeched.