Jackdaw was pleasantly surprised to see the pilot had made it. Or at least whatever the closest thing to pleasantly surprised was with her. She felt a pang of regret that they didn't have a field medic with them, but she had it on good authority that they were having one shipped in soon. Good enough, but not for [i]now[/i].

"Don't know if any of us brought first-aid, or if they survived the crash, but it's worth a shot. He's no good to us if he can't at least stand," she said, and made her way back into the ship.

The supply crates were sealed, and safe, so they had that going for them. When she pried open the nearest one, she was relieved to find a decent amount of medical supplies there, and pulled out what she knew were at least useful items. Her knowledge of medical things was not stellar, but how much could there be to making a splint? She made her way back out and dumped the supplies on the ground, ushering Ryder over with the pilot. 

"I can't heal you, this is the best we can do for you until we get back to the Dawn," she said flatly. Probably not what he would want to hear, but that didn't register much with her.