"Well, if any of us here have some healing rotes, we might be out of here in less than half an hour, assuming neither abberant nor zombie shows up... Quaen glances at the downed airship, "But we would likely have to leave the fallen behind, and there are too many unliving parasites in this world. Fixing the airship, on the other hand, will be a challenging prospect, out here in the middle of nowhere. Our additional presence will definitely be noted soon, and they may consider us a greater threat that each other. The necromancer in charge, too, may wish to shoot us down again, if they were behind the attack, which seems likely."
Quaen turns to Doc, asking: "How good do you think you are? If we can fix the contraption, it might be the best course if it can be done quickly."