Kalinda angled down, continually calling out through the communicator, "Micky! Michael! Damn it, reply Micky!" She cursed, and hovered low, moving along the area, right up until she saw the crash site of Michael. 

She landed, and shrugged out of the jet pack, running towards him. "Michael!" She yelled, racing to him, skidding to a stop and trying to pry open his mask, shaking slightly, "Please, god, be alive" She said

"Open the damn suit! I can't get at you!" She said, her voice slowly losing its control, and she hadn't even looked around yet to see if there was any danger, "Micky, please..." Her voice shook, and she looked up at the plane, "I might need a little help here!"