After some minor first aid (soggy band-aids from the Admiral’s pocket) and some very short deliberation, the Admiral equips his trusty FRYPAN and RUSHES FOOLISHLY INTO THE FOLIAGE. The Vice Admiral follows close behind, shouting after her idiot moirail.
"Mel what the ACTUAL FUCK do you think you’re doing?!"
"BOLDLY GOING WHERE NO DOGE HAS BEEN BEFORE, SHAUN!" Admiral Mel shouts back, sounding more frightened than bold. Vice Admiral Shaun stops to reign in all the angry outbursts she wanted to shout back, then jogs after her idiot.
Meanwhile, a storm seems to be brewing. Winds were already beginning to kick up; the others will need to find shelter soon. Will Commander Eric make it back to them in time to get out of the storm?
…Why are you asking me?
Go, shoo, that’s the end of this panel.
awh, geez, yer gonna make me blush friend