It took Roger a second to realize where he was. One moment he was facing a Cruxi, war machine, the next all there was to see were stars and the void of space. Luckily, he had more than just what Yeager could see of his surroundings to work off of and puzzled together where he was at in relation to the rest of the battlefield. It was when he tried to right himself that Rooney discovered he'd lost an arm and his synch had dropped substantially.

[i]So much for remaining undamaged.[/i] And then there was screaming, and orders being barked from like 3 differently people. Wait, what did he miss? Oh shit, was that the Prometheus cut in half? It was around this time that his subconscious began to sort through the verbal commands he'd been issued. [i]Yeager, get to the sarge. Someone, get to Elise![/i] That was him. Oh shit, he needed to go make sure that the leader of the squad didn't die. Again. He realigned Yeager and boosted towards Elise. This was an emergency situation, but given his piloting skills and currently lowered synch capabilities, he wouldn't try anything fancy. Just get to the wreckage of the Prometheus as quickly as possible.

"Sergeant, are you still alive? Can you read me," he asked over the comms. Chances were he wouldn't get a reply, but it wouldn't hurt to check before doing anything rash. Even if she did, he wasn't too sure what exactly to do now that he was within arm's reach. Yeah Yeager was fast, but it wasn't exceptionally strong or dextrous, if he needed to manually extract Elise from the frame, he wasn't sure if he'd be capable of doing such, let alone with only one hand available.