"True enough, friend Bugbear," Wittgenstein says as he turns around, and gazes at the knees of Fodor. His glance turns back to the distressed elf, whom he may or may not be comforting. He continues speakig to Fodor, however:
"Our time on the ship together was brief, and my memory of what has transpired to bring us here is indistinct. You are right, that many of us are adequately equipped..." -- he gazes at his rock -- "...but there is no doubt that we should look for our stuff. Perhaps some of us should climb that peak and see what can be seen. I'm of course prepared to go. Perhaps you would like to come along? Once immediate wounds have been tended and people are settled down a bit, there might be time to assess our situation more tactically."
"Our time on the ship together was brief, and my memory of what has transpired to bring us here is indistinct. You are right, that many of us are adequately equipped..." -- he gazes at his rock -- "...but there is no doubt that we should look for our stuff. Perhaps some of us should climb that peak and see what can be seen. I'm of course prepared to go. Perhaps you would like to come along? Once immediate wounds have been tended and people are settled down a bit, there might be time to assess our situation more tactically."