As the ship started rocking rougher, Six tucked himself against a wall, wishing more than ever he had Hark here with him. Luckily, by the time the ship had stopped, he was against the left side and not across from anything. He managed to straighten up in the back, finding his bearings, and then quickly followed Jackdaw. He was used to some rough landings--granted, usually not quite of this nature, but he wasn't phased much by it. His weapon was still on his belt, his helmet and armor solid around him--he'd be fine.

He stood beside Jackdaw, giving her a quick once-over. "Armor alright?" His own didn't have too much technology into it, mostly just straight-up protection, but hers was more complicated, and latched into her skin ... he didn't wanna know what could happen to her if it were damaged.