"Even first aid can be, ah, helpful." Doc winces. He just hopes no one loses a limb...
"..Good afternoon! Thank you for the help with the uh... altercation, earlier." Doc repeats it in icelandic, not sure which Dísa prefers. "You're part of the crew, yes? I'm not sure I got your name?" He turns to Harald. "Or yours?"
Dísa looks a bit lost as the Doctor adresses her in Norwegian, but once he repeats in Icelandic she smiles at him. "
Sorry, I don´t speak Norwegian. But... uh, you´re welcome. We´re coworkers now, after all. Yes, I´m your crew´s mage, Dísa. I also used to work as a fisher before I got this position. You´re our Medic, right? What is your name again? I´m sorry, I´m really bad with names."
"Oh, look, half of you showed up" Leif says friendly as they arrive. "Hello."
"Hi" Saga says, too. "What trouble did you cause?" she asks.
"...trouble?" Doc tries to look innocent. It doesn't quite work.
Doc, assuming that Harald only speaks norwegian, translates.
Dísa looks at the Doctor who seems to be trying to look as uninvolved as possible. "I wouldn´t call it troube... I mean...", she mumbles and looks to her feet. "We were helping! In a way..."
Alergo enters the restaurant to find the sight of to men staring at each other. Going to the side to evade a potential fight, Alergo takes a seat while still reading the paper he has while waiting for a waiter to take his order.
Dísa steps a bit to the side to let the man through. It might be a kind of bad spot for talking right in front of the restaurant´s door.