Al stepped around to behind Jasper's chair and rested his chin in his arms on the high seat back, looking down at Jasper. He chuckled at Jasper's apology, "Nah, it's all good. The stuff in the main ship here is durable, and Salem there'll heal."
Salem shot Al a look of bemusement, then closed his eyes, took a breath, and pulled himself up by the leg of the shelf he'd thwanged himself on. "So, that something that your instant meal causes?" he asked as he half-limped, half-hobbled his way over to the chair. He mirrored Al's pose, looking down at Jasper with his chin in his hands from the other side of the seat back. "Man, you guys'd fit right in with Furka, from what I understand."
Al laughed, "Everyone fits in at Furka. That's why we're so awesome." He smiled down at Jasper, "Take your time, man. No rush."
Salem, in the meantime, had gone back to watching the display of what'd taken place during the fight outside, which was now repeating again on the wall of the craft. There were a lot of interesting energies being thrown around- his system had read strong life-force energy from Mar, beginning shortly before his collapse. The swordsman had been channeling what looked like immortal energy, though Salem couldn't tell from this display where the power had come from for him to generate the large energy blast he'd used at the end. And Ossanlin... it looked as though the War-Prince had been manipulating temporal energy, with a level of precision that even Salem's ship could barely comprehend, using nothing more than his own being. This was no ordinary Andalite. In fact, Salem found himself wondering if Ossanlin was actually an Andalite at all.
"Kandrona generator?" Salem asked, gently prodding Jasper and Sapptus. Al frowned at him slightly, but Salem just offered an apologetic shrug. He could see no reason to wait if they were ready to help him gather more information that'd assist his search for an oatmeal cure.