Archer could tell full well that everyone here was fully unimpressed with him. See if he helps the next run down ship find parts. He thought to himself as he made his way off the ship. He was having trouble grasping the actions of the others. He pulled the bow from over his shoulder and mounted the sight back onto it. He growled internally as he did so, humans never happy. He looked about the area briefly before slinging his bow back over his shoulder.<br/><br/>Walking over to the crashed airship he skillfully scaled the hull of the behemoth up to the deck and over the railing. Giving a glance at the rest of their crew. "Ask me for parts, ask me for directions, ask me to guide them here. What do I get nothing but the cold shoulder. Best on my own indeed. Build my own nifty contraption and fly around. Can't even kill them golems is bet. Damn cold shoulder." He said unsure who was around or who may hear him. Not that he cared in the least. He looked about the ship for his belongings. "Hurry he says. Nothin out here sept fer some animals and usins." He said still fuming slightly as he jumped through a hole in the decking. Small fires still burned on the inside of the ship, he now stood in the engine room. He smiled widely at seeing the engine still perfectly intact aside from a single broken pipe.