Mel shrugs her jacket on, because even with the gaping hole, she needs the warmth. The skaterug is her next target, but she glances at the sorceress like one might regard a dog that won't stop following. Then she jerks her head north, away from both the Red's initial target and the rendezvous point for her own party.

"What? You think the Gorkas are taking prisoners now?"

She has no use for a disabled witch.