Deckard grimaced in sympathy, able to see for himself the angle of the wing. He wasn't overly familiar with Seekers, but he'd seen Thundercracker around the Decker Room enough to generally recognize how his wings moved . . . and how they didn't. "I'm fine." Actually, the response was more automatic than anything, though to be fair, he wasn't aware of any damage.

He looked where Jadewing indicated, startling a little. "That looks like Rose's bike-!?"

The girl cradled against his chest stirred - and started to panic - just then, drawing his attention down to her. His optics brightened a bit as he watched sudden ice form across his hand and forearm where she lay, as well as his chest. "Ah!" He split his attention between her and Jadewing as the Seeker explained . . . and then made the comment about her accidentally freezing him. Wait, her accidentally freezing him?

"Ah, miss! Miss, it's all right. My name is Deckard. I'm one of the co-heads of the Haven Police. You're safe. And . . . uh . . . " He looked at the sea of white around them. "I'd put you down, but we seem to be in a field of snow probably as deep as you are tall." He doesn't want to frighten or threaten her by refusing to release her, but he's reluctant to do so until he knows it won't endanger her health.