He clears his throat suddenly in an embarrassed fashion. He may have tied her up as a prisoner, but now it is she who is roasting him. Well-deserved; he's used to barbs.

"And I would feel better with full use of my limbs," he agrees, wings just as clipped as hers--for now.

They will pool their knowledge together in these early days. What one learns, the other will know. That is the way of fighters--allies--who have found themselves in a strange land. After examining their strange collection of items, speaking to the locals, and discovering the wonders of salt-and-vinegar chips and cupcakes with shaped frosting, Altaïr means to peel himself from Maria to start scouting high vantage points. What he finds out from those will garner more questions and more places to explore.