At Vlad's comment, Lorne's eyebrows climb towards his hairline. The surgeon's reputation is Known but whatever he's implying about the head definitely makes Lorne a bit leery. Not to mention a little worried. He turns a more appreciative look on Vervain, which he will verbalize later if he gets the chance.

"Then we'll just have to wait and see if anyone survived up there," he says to the vicar, nodding. It may be awhile before the snow clears enough for them to come down, or else any travel will be exceedingly slow. No doubt the snowfall was heavier up the mountain.

"If there's nothing else for now, I ought to go get cleaned up," Lorne adds, gesturing to his somewhat bloodied clothes. The sooner he can get them soaking, the less likely they'll stain.