Jason was still sitting in his seat as the plane began going faster towards their destination. Even as the others began jumping out, he simply stood there, waiting for the perfect moment. Finally...a minute passed, and he simply stood, absolutely no panic in his form. Rather, a small grin could be seen on his lips. He rested his hands in the pocket of his exterior jacket, and tilted his head. With one stomp, the floor underneath him collapsed in sharp shards of metal, and Jason was suddenly freefalling completely straight, his hands still in his pockets. What seemed to be streams of crimson, sharp, haze-like biomass began to stream from his feet and elbows, even as he stayed ramrod straight. At the figure of a flying, winged female flying towards him, he shook his head once before turning his eyes to the disappearing plane. [b]"Now this is more like it."[/b] He grinned to himself, the wind seemingly having no effect on his skin or mouth functions.