It was probably a good thing that Jason was emotionless in this moment, as most individuals who saw the second flaming boulder would likely have panicked. He had seen in even before she had spoken, and knowing she was inside he started the process of lifting the ramp upward as he punched the gas pedal downward. Without the heavy ramp to drag down the tracked vehicle took off toward top speed rather quickly, the tracks kept it going straight without any need to adjust as he escaped the path of the boulder by mere feet, and not many of them.<br/><br/>The impact from the flaming boulder gave them a not so gentle push forward as Jason felt it from his seat in the cockpit, he though of how Karis would respond to it, though there was no hoping she was alright, those kinds of thoughts simply didn't exist, that would mean that he actually cared for her. It was true they had a connection, but caring for another was an emotion he lacked the capacity for. "Hey, get up in second hatch, put on the helmet, and help guide me. My vision is limited to straight and left." He yelled as loud as he could, the roar of the engine likely made it challenging with the ramp closed.<br/><br/>The hatch he was referring to was center front, not as far forward as the cockpit itself, but it was right in front of the compartment that hid the engine. Her vantage point would help him see things to the right, behind them, and the helmet would allow them to communicate easier. He didn't know if she had found the ammunition she had been looking for, and quite honestly he didn't care. He sped away, knowing that they would quickly be out of the hazard zone the flying boulders could land in. He did assume troops were likely flying over the wall, heading for the dune buggies that were no doubt faster than the M577 that was going full speed at thirty five miles per hour already. He headed north, the best place to go since south would drive deeper into enemy territory.