Moore smiled, thankful that Maggie had stowed the rope somewhere safe during the crash.  They very nearly could have lost it, and it would have made their descent to the planet's surface all the more precarious.  It had been something that -- in the panic of the moment, he hadn't considered, but the odds of the power remaining on and them being able to escape the cabin had been minimal given the circumstances.  Hell, landing at all had already been enough of a longshot!  At least now they had an option that didn't involve attempting to scale the shattered remains of the ship.<br/><br/>The blood trickling down her face was definitely going to be a problem.  Head wounds did have a tendency to bleed like crazy, though she didn't seem to be concussed, which was the much more immediate danger.  He pulled a small engineering multitool out of his pocket, which had several screwdriver heads, a small wrench, and a pocket knife, as well as other essentials.  With the pocket knife, he was able to cut a small strip from one of the emergency blankets and hand it to her, gesturing to wrap it around her forehead.  "May want to tie that up, nice and tight.  If we can get the bleeding to slow or stop, we can worry about stitches once we know the engine isn't about to go critical."<br/><br/>He took the rope from her while she tied up, starting to inspect the cockpit for the best places to attach it.  There were handrails aplenty in the cockpit to tie off to, and most even seemed to be in pretty good condition.  Moore wrapped an arm around one and leaned against it, putting his weight on it, seeming pleased with its constitution until the rail disconnected from the wall and fell off, giving him quite a startle.  The ship's hull must have flexed enough that the bolts had sheared off on this one, without dislodging it.  "... well, that could have been a mess," he thought aloud, wondering what he'd look like smashed against the rocks below.  He checked around the cabin, looking for a handrail that was all connected to the ship on a single plate, so it couldn't have been impacted as much by the landing.  He tugged on it again, as he had before, and this time kicked it savagely a few times to make sure it was secure.  "This is the one."<br/><br/>He took an end of the rope from Maggie and tied it off, working to secure it tightly.  "I can go down," he replied as he tested the rope, enough confidence to sound authoritative.  His heart was still pumping adrenaline through him for a little longer, and it seemed good to take advantage of that before he crashed, fearing he wouldn't be in much better shape than the ship when he came down either.  "I'll just wrap it around my leg and slide down... won't take much upper body strength."  He gave it a moment of thought.  "Don't think I'll be making it up again though.  Hopefully, there's another way in, but as hard as we came down.... I don't think that's going to be a problem."<br/><br/>With the rope secured, he moved to the window and tossed one end out, watching it sail down and hearing a small 'thwap' as the end of the rope touched the ground, followed immediately by a resounding metallic whump as it fell flush against the ship's exterior.  In honesty, it didn't seem so far when a climb down was a hypothetical goal, but it looked much more daunting now that he was about to use his body as test ballast.  He looked over a shoulder at Maggie, just a hint of concern creeping in.<br/><br/>"I think I should go first," he said, trying to hide the shaking in his voice.  "If it can handle my weight, we'll know it can handle yours.  We shouldn't risk both of us if we don't have to."  A small, nervous smile made its way onto his lips.  "Besides, if I fall, you can find another way and come rescue my ass.  If you fall--..." he looked down at his chest.  It definitely seemed like the math was more sound for him to be the guinea pig, as he was already compromised.  One of the two of them had to be at close to 100%, and at this point it didn't seem like he'd be there for a while.  If she fell and broke an arm or a leg --...  "Well, let's make sure you don't fall."<br/><br/>He didn't want to give her much time to think over his logic, so he leaned up onto the threshold, swinging his legs over as his fist tightened around the rope.  His left rib was injured, so he wrapped the rope around his right leg coiling it over his thigh, around his knee, and then his calf, crooking his leg and holding on tight as he slipped over the edge, wrapping his left arm around his chest and to his right shoulder for stability, so he didn't feel compelled to use that arm to climb.  A long, shaky exhale escaped him as he remained suspended for a long moment.  "Rope's holding..." he said, nervously.  He leaned up, glancing in the window at her, slight desperation apparent in his eyes.  "You could maybe hold onto the rope though.  Just in case."<br/><br/>He descended very slowly at first, keeping tension on his leg and keeping a white-knuckle grip on the rope as he inched his way down, breathing heavily.  The metal of the ship was still somewhat hot to the touch, but it was a cool day so as long as he kept his skin from unnecessary contact, he didn't burn himself.  The descent was going well, and he was keeping minimal pressure on his arms, mostly just to stabilize him while his legs carried most of the weight.  Though with about ten feet left, his leg snagged on the rope, binding up and preventing him from going any further.  He wiggled, maneuvering his leg to try and clear the bind and resume, but inadvertently he un-wrapped the coil around his calf, and he began to descend much faster than intended.  His good hand tried to grab on but he nearly burned himself on the fast-moving rope, and his instinct was to allow himself to fall.<br/><br/>His legs hit the ground first and he rolled onto his back with a thud.  "Ow, fuck!" he grunted, more out of surprise than injury, lying there for a long moment.  The green material he saw above that covered the rocky surface was soft, mossy, and cushioned him somewhat, but what really had protected him was that he didn't land as hard as he expected.  He knew there had been a difference in gravity -- he'd felt it walking around up in the ship -- but he was thankful to learn that it definitely worked to his advantage here.  "Huh," he mused, holding his chest carefully as he rolled over, pushing himself up.<br/><br/>"I'm down!" he called back to the ship's cockpit, beginning to inspect the surface of this alien world for the first time.