Tycho relaxed as the man disappeared, forehead sagging forward against the ground. "I'm fine," he mumbled from his face down position. "Fine ... just a couple scratches." A couple scratches that were soaking his flight suit red instead of orange, and now starting to drip onto the floor.

"I'll just go down to medical, slap a couple patches on, and I'll be good to go. Just ... gimme a second ..." The adrenalin was starting to leave, and Tycho was definitely starting to feel the sting of it. He winced as he shifted, in preparation for getting back up.