"Fuck. Okay. Hang on I think we can get out without wasting ammo-" He keys in the safest place he can think of that's not this damn ship and fires it up, locks it down, and starts the clumsy process of lifting off from a pile of other pelicans. It's not easy. There is jostling, and swearing. And more than a few 'i KNOW d's thrown in when trajectory needs to be altered or 'warning nose is not level'. As long as he's not hearing shit about being locked onto or the hull compromised, he doesn't care.

"Hang on to something-" They're up, they're free, and they're OUT right before it all crashes down. Barely. Jesus.