Jackdaw's armor locked up the moment they began to lose power, plates moving just a bit lower, protecting maybe a few more inches of her mesh-covered skin. It wouldn't be much unless she'd actually dropped from low-orbit, but it was more a reaction than a practical move. She saw, out of the edge of her vision, Varus get ripped from the ship, and then they came to an abrupt stop. 

She wasted no time. Inside her helmet, a display told her she was still kicking, and that was all she needed. Her hand gripped the seat strap, figuring it was jammed, and tore it away. The dropship wasn't huge, and she dropped the short distance to the ground-side with an echoing thud. Her rifle was fine, so was her pistol, and with a quick glance around she made her way outside through the now gaping hole in the back. 

"If you're alive, get out here," she called into the hull.