Vincent blinked as he was nearly thrown off his feet as the whole ship shook "Turbulence, turbulence turbulence..." He chanted under his breath, hoping that's all that it was but knew it wasn't. He cursed repeatedly as he was began getting thrown about the cargo bay with no luxury of even a seat belt, slamming against wall after wall before he managed grab onto some railing. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as the world spun around him, unable to tell which way was which and only able to cling to the railing for dear life. Finally everything came to a stop as he was slammed against the wall one more time, and audible snap piercing his ears. He breathed heavily, glancing down only once to see his left forearm bent unnaturally. He probably had a few broken ribs as well. "Fuck..." was just about the only thing he could say, this was not part of the plan, dropships weren't even supposed to get shot down. He pulled himself up and put a hand to his head, feeling a small trickle of blood as he did. He quickly stumbled across the cargo bay, finding the door and throwing it open as he rushed outside. People were bound to investigate and he had know idea were he was, his vision being so blurry didn't help. He just moved forward as quick as he could, not wanting to risk getting captured by humans.