Fíadh keeps her thumb up until she sees the captain leave before slowly lowering it and turning to Faro. It should be endearing how much he continues to want to help, but slowly this whole situation is wearing down her nerves. She raises a hand at him.

"It's fine. I've had worse." Well, probably, she can't really see it. But the fact that she's not writhing on the ground in agony also means she's likely not wrong.

She moves her raised hand behind her head and rubs her neck, looking over the wreckage. All of that for it to just ... become worse.

"... Look, it will be a while until I finish your work. I'll try and get it repaired as quick as I can. Just take your money back."