Al looked to the cat-like creature that'd spoken to him and laughed. If he was at all surprised by Noah's speaking to him in her current form, it didn't show. "Tactician? Hardly. I'll never understand why you squishy beings all think it's necessary to learn to fight each other. I might be able to help somehow. It'd help if you guys knew more about what you're getting into." He shook his head at Sami, "I don't think Salem knows much about magic. I know I don't. Not like you're talking about, anyway." He nodded, "Alright, I'll be as quick as I can. Let me see if I can't get Salem to help you guys out." Without waiting for a response, he turned and jogged out the door and towards Salem's ship.
Salem climbed to his feet, shaking his head and his wrist. He was aching all over... but he'd flown! It had been far from professional. Or graceful. Heck, it'd barely been passable, but it was still flying.
He smiled at Mar, "Seems to me you're kinda walking in both worlds, here. A bit of immortal power in a mortal body. There's got to be some kind of advantage to being mortal, right?" He stretched as best as he could- his wrist was still throbbing. He walked over to the 'workbench' that was in the middle of the floor and began rifling through the junk sitting on it. "So... will I be able to do that without your help?" He closed his eyes, briefly, then opened them again. Either the sense was weaker without Mar's help, or it was gone entirely and he was just imagining it now.
At that moment, Al jogged up the ship's open ramp. "Hey, Mar. Hey, Salem. Guys, one of the bar's patrons was sucked into some kind of magic portal. Two people back there are looking for help. I told them I'd talk to you."
Salem's eyebrows shot up. This was... unusual, to say the least. "Who was taken? Who's asking?"
Al shook his head, "You don't know either group. Newcomers. But it sounds like they're in for more than they're ready for."
Salem's face now displayed a look of confusion, "They politically powerful? Or, like, technologically advanced enough for this to be worthwhile?"
Al shook his head again, lowered his voice, and stepped closer to Salem, "I thought you might be interested in making some more friends here."
Salem chuckled, "Friends are your department, dude, and you know it. You're way too sympathetic for an android. With my luck, one of these people is Rathien's lackey. Or another hunter sent here to kill me. If one can track me down, the rest can as well."
Al and Salem continued to argue, Al stepping closer to Salem and both of them lowering their voices until Mar would no longer be able to make out the words.