[ Jacob pauses, because his question was entirely rhetorical, but he lets it go. He's met enough people that didn'tunderstand some things were just phrases not to press it.]

What I meant was "I'm ready, let's head out."

[ And so he follows the figure, suiting up as best he can and strapping weapons to the outside of the protective garments where possible. That deer did not look friendly.

And then they're heading out, towards the crashed ship. It looks too small to really hold anything, but as Jacob's vision shifts to grey and black and white, he can see there's a lot more inside than there is outside.]

Bloody hell. Well, I'm sure it will find us of we don't find it first. Come on... I don't know your name.

[ If they're going to get trampled, mauled and who knows what else, they might as well know each others names.]