Press laid there for a few seconds while a girl asked him a few questions. Slowly, he got up from the ground while groaning, "Uggghhh, I'll be fine... probably. And yes, that guy is a jackass. Got me while I was distracted." 

He looked up to finally get a good look at the girl, and he noted her... interesting appearance. "So, I take it you're also fighting these aliens?" Press asked while looking over the damage reports flooding the left side of his visor. Examining the various reports, his only thought on them was imagining how long it would take to fully repair his suit.

Press then gave a mental command to his suit to deconstruct what was left of his wings after the crash, then looked around to see where he had crash-landed. As he did so, he saw the civilians who were trapped by the debris. Making a mental reminder to make that damned thief pay for what he did, he said, "Let's go help the civilians. What's your name?"