Tieh grimaced, twisting her eyes up to the sky.<span style="font-style: italic">Not his fault; it's one of Those Questions.</span>She exhaled--less a sigh and more a sudden, hard puff of air. "No; I got stabbed by a large chunk of dead volcano." She gestured to the gash in her side. "It's probably fine. I'm probably going to die; it'll be fine." Wow. "I--Okay, let's skip that; I'm Tieh. Alchemist, or something. Signed on because I was bored with rules and magic-obsessed cultures and, um. Fuck. Skipping." She glanced at the crate. "Thanks. Anyone else alive?"