Scott did his best to keep the Warthog more or less upright while trying to take as little damage as he could. He could hear Alastor firing the cannon, leaving his ears ringing once more and spurring on the headache that had been slowly stirring as result of his previous assault. Tuning out the roaring blasts the best he could, the ODST remained focused just as he had been trained to do.<br/><br/>He noticed the plasma mortar coming their way and cursed to himself, he knew he wouldn't be able to steer out of the way fast enough. However, before he could do anything a purple dome of energy expanded over the entire vehicle. He felt the mortar detonate over them and heard Lunamaria's report that it would have been a direct hit. He stopped the Warthog, pulling his rifle around and turning to the Spartan.<br/>"Nice moves." He commented before turning his attention back to the matter at hand. There wasn't really any time to formally thank the man, and besides, that wasn't really Scott's style. If it came up later, he'd thank Alastor, maybe even forgive him for the head kick earlier.