Hawking nodded his head and glances at Wolfbane, feeling horrible that he had caused her to become bedridden. If he would have been hit, it wouldn't have mattered. He was a fugitive because he fought other Navy men, as well as break out a high priority prisoner. If he would have been seriously injured or died from the lightning bolt, then not much would have changed. The crew needed their leader in their time of need, not some new guy who just happened to help. "I could have taken that shot.." He said quietly as he looked back at the others. "We're leaving now. Scarlet get the ship. Dante, grab any equipment that we might need. I'll get Maggs onto the ship. As much as I would like to sit around and wait for her to get better, I don't think we'll have that comfort. We aren't too far off from the usual Navy patrols and if someone were to tell that they we were here, then they'd all be over this place. Let's go." He said in a serious voice as he slowly grabbed Maggs and picked her up at an even slower pace, making sure not to disturb her at all.