Making the warhead secure would be a most worthy of endeavors. I shall leave it to you and your new shadow. Turner smiled over at Khezzik. The kobold showed an appetite for...well for everything. Greedily nibbling up items or knowledge of any kind. Turner was familiar with the more traditional academic tradition of specializing in a field or two but was finding herself emotionally connecting with the kobold's philosophy of only all being enough.
Headed back over to the gun, Turner was violently pitched into a piece of metal as the ship careened before coming to a stop. Apparently there were going to be some bugs (literally) to work out before it would be smooth sailing ahead. As tender as her hip felt, hopefully, Takeshi would find the right balance soon. The wizard then gripping one surface before releasing the last used unnecessary caution to make her goal. As others created paint getting the ship sailing forward, Turner attuned to the gun that might or might not be needed when they reach their destination.
OOC:
Leo, do you still have the artifact?
