Hamerlin stayed quietl Seeing as the helm team had all his plans in great detail, the old elf was cold as a ice berg entirely umphased externally by the near miss from the trees Hamerlin headed out as he had to hide his wince as they had seen green and gone close to the trees... had they overloaded this flying gas bag with more gold than they should out of greed? If they did the chances of them making it out this valley system at the end just got lower and lower. 

The route and plan already was testing the limits, overloaded would be asking fates to kick you in the balls. "Il check on bridge wing." He said heading out the doors to get a better view, while not ideal he could give them a damage report. 

The wind howled by, the valley was confined, lower and far more precarious than flying high, from outside he felt the very winds that threatened to tear them to flaming scrap down a valley side and lay burning at its base. Flapping cloth greeted him, small tree limbs stuck to railings and what looked like a bird's nest or participle fluffy section was present but by quick estimate, the damage did not look tok bad and could wait till they got out the mess they where in. It seemed they had also picked up a child's kite, half a worn celebration banner and thank the gods, no loss of gas. 

"Damage report, cover? Outer hull cloth damaged, inner compartment seems intact. Picked up debries. Need someone to go from top side or internal frames on that deck to be sure." He said without thinking in a simple combat damage report tone, direct, clear and quick but not rushed. 

"anyone know the wireless, we might not get any signals but scan the bands, see if anyone is reporting our positions.? They mitht have scouts down here." He asked, looking a little blown frommthe stronger winds in thr valley and their break neck flight.