Mask landed in the assigned bay and exited the cockpit shaking. He took a drink from his water bottle and turned around to assess the damage. He was mortified at the amount of damage he so carelessly took, but besides that he felt a strange rush. That he was able to survive, with this mass production suit. With something so normal. Apart from his surroundings, the suit was not, but it was still just a MP with thick armor. He felt the adrenaline coursing through him, that he could do more. But he couldn't. Not like this. The blood lust was building,and he could tell. He needed to rest. Needed to stop depending on the mask. He was too tired to think, or do anything really, despite the adrenaline. 
He sat down, propping his arms up with one knee, and laid his head onto them. A quiet snoring was soon heard from him.