A red hand pressed against the glass and a web of cracks spread from a larger one before bursting, revealing a bruised and...smiling red Zabrak, "Could be worse." He groaned as he got out, dragging his pack.
He was tired, bruised and some minor bleeding coming from his head (he hit his head pretty good when they hit the ground) but he was still kicking. "Let the record show you wanted to use a low altitude gunship to enter a planet's atmosphere." He said with a smile as he wrapped his cloak around himself to shield his body from the bone chilling winds of the planet.
OOC: he's gonna have a painful headache in the morning.
IC: "You gonna check the others?" He asked.