"Yeah."

He taps her hand, quickly, then jumps into one of the nets.

She follows quickly behind, jumping into another.

That guy gives them a thumbs up sign through a floor window and disappears.

With a clank the nets start retracting into the open floor. After a moment the ship accelerates up.

They wait, seemingly patiently.

Akien is fiddling with some things in his bag.

Now they're not in open air but in some sort of flying storage room. 

"Hey!" A shout almost obscured by loud rumbling. "You okay? Come up front!"

Ev checks with Akien, and – after a nod from him – goes in the direction of the shout.

Through a hallway and past some closed doors and into a glass walled room with a lot of complicated looking things and a stressed looking guy muttering numbers to himself.

"-Oh, you're alive. Quick, mass of you and all your gear, it's going to be tricky to get ahead of that firestorm, can one of you do calculations?"

She frowns at him. "I don't have a number handy – do you need it exact? And calculations – depends what you mean."

Akien is not yet present.

"Add large numbers quickly, dig through my navigation books. Estimate will do. A hundred kilos? Two? Two fifty?"

Click click click go the controls. He pulls one and the ship turns to the left. He sways with the motion easily but they might not.

She's unprepared for the motion and stumbles a little, but doesn't fall over.

"– Something like a hundred fifty? Maybe hundred sixty? And I can dig through navigation, large numbers I'm reasonably good at?"

And a moment later, Akien arrives. "– Hi, where are we, any important steps to take to get away from that thing?"

"You're welcome for getting you aboard my ship. You, add the weight to the balance log, under 'forward'. Subtract a hundred kilos water. You, get the book 'winds of the 20th parallel'."

Akien goes to grab the book. "I mean, thanks, too, but – thought you were looking for efficiency."

Ev looks for the balance log.

It's right there, though all his columns might be confusing.

"I need to focus on navigation to get us away unless you want to get sucked into the upper atmosphere and die of hypoxia and-or burns."

… Akien raises an eyebrow, but hands the book to him when he finds it.

Columns, columns – if there are headings she'll go off that, else it'll take a minute but she should be able to figure it out.

He continues ordering them about. Taking readings, adding numbers, paging through the book. He looks at the storm once in a while. He continues to be extremely stressed.

"– Don't suppose sorcery would be of help here?"

"Sorcery, right. Never heard of it."

"Like, mess with the wind or – better idea of the local area, I'm not sure what's the most difficult part here because I've never been in a flying building before."

"Making the wind carry us forward and down more easily will be of great assistance."

He looks around to get an idea of the wind, then holds his ankh symbol more tightly – and reduces the upcurrent and any force pushing them backwards.

It'll only be a small effect right now, but can (gradually) increase assuming it doesn't have horrifying effects.

"...Structure okay, control authority okay. Increasing engine power. Your thing seems to be working."

"We – I don't know if you'll call them the same thing, I've never seen islands like this, but – we encountered a Los, it's a gold creature, sort of like a Fleck, usually hides out of sight, rumored to be very dangerous – and then landed on that island."