About half a block or so away from the group, Leather Hide, having transformed back into Jacque, picked through the wreckage of the jet for anything that could be useful in helping Nic, "Jeez, this really is a mess ain't it?" Jacque called back to the still comatose alien. Truth be told, Jacque was grateful that he'd been sent away with Nic, another second longer and he would have bitten Hellhound's head off. "Welp, this is fucked. I don't know what any of this junk does." Jacque grumbled as he kicked a piece of metal only to yelp in pain due to the fact that he still lacked a pair of shoes. With a heavy sigh, Jacque scooped up Nic, placed him on his shoulder, and began to trek back to the others, wincing as he stepped on a piece of rubble every so often.