[center][h3]Arno Arrotyr[/h3][/center]

	Arno couldn't quite hear. At all. Things were a muffled, distant drone, but his eyes were fine. He grimaced when Corday held her side and collapsed into a coughing fit, interrupting whatever she was saying. What kind of damage did that hit even do? Arno wasn't a doctor, or a biologist, but he knew that if an airframe was crushed the internal systems inside an airship were likely damaged, especially for a compact interceptor like the [i]Akula[/i]. Her coughing implied damage to her respiratory system, lungs? Most likely broken bones from the blunt impact. He frowned, he could formulate some ideas of her injuries, but he didn't have the skill to do anything about it. He hated it, but someone had to have medical expertise.

	The Dhirom came over at his call, and she posed heroically, giving a thumbs up. Arno couldn't discern what she was saying, but her positive body language suggested that either she knew how to heal, or knew someone who did. Arno's frown lightened, and he pointed at his ears, [b]"I can't hear! Didn't have ear protection on when I fired my cannons, no time to! Good work slowing him too, I probably wouldn't have made the shot if you didn't show up!"[/b] He shouted, [b]"Use your hands to tell me if I'm too loud or not!"[/b] Arno explained, demonstrating with one hand, a face down palm going up or down.