That... was unpleasant to say the least. Andy slowly got up from the pile of debris and dusted himself off. From the looks of it there weren't any additional fatalities, no limbs in weird angles, no gaping wounds. He looked at the deceased passengers as he plucked a piece of metal from his hair, but soon looked around so he could see where Hierco had ended up. Hierco's end had been a gruesome one, he had never witnessed anything like that before. The sight of blood didn't bother him, but even thinking back to it had a nauseating effect. 

With everyone safely on the ground the slug wouldn't be able to claim any more lives. More then anything he felt relieved, it was over and he had survived. Death, as terrible as it was, was a part of life he was familiar with. While he felt sorry for the people that had died, even though he barely knew them, he didn't linger over their deaths. The main priority now was to make sure the pile of bodies wouldn't grow. And that meant he had to focus on the living.

He noticed how one of the passengers walked towards the group of men and after a final check to see if his help really wasn't needed here, he followed her. The weak and uncertain steps caught his attention and he wanted to be ready to help her, but as the steps grew more confident he decided she probably wasn't hurt after all. By the time he reached her she had already heaved Hierco's body away from the unfortunate man it had collided with. That was impressive. He looked at the man she helped as he listened to her words, he was ready to step in when needed.

"I'm kinda wondering the same thing," he said with a calm voice right after Ariett fell silent, frowning at the bodyless head. "Things went bad pretty much from the beginning and it has been going downhill ever since," he added and he looked at the man in the wheelchair, noticing the eyelid, the drip and the tubes. "Are you the one who called for us?"