Searching and restraining the 'prisoner', such as it was, turned out to be a quick pat-down and the removal of her side-arm.  Under other sircumstances, Sam might have gotten something of a thrill from running his hands all along the girl's body, but with the treat of millions of tons of sandstone coming down around him, Sam wasn't in any mood for thrills.<br/><br/>Still, he had his orders, and the Dom pilot was still in the palm of his suit's hand.  Sam had to get her out, as well as himself.  Normally (that is, if she weren't a Zeon), Sam would've just had her slimb in back of his command seat, but that wasn't possible.  He had to improvise.<br/><br/>"Keep your head down, and stay low."  Sam said, quickly.  "I'll keep us safe."<br/><br/>With that, Sam re-boarded his suit's cockpit, and closed the hatch.  Once that was done, he dropped the wrecked claw-sheild, as well as his hundred-mike, and brought the other hand of his suit up and over the first, creating a small-ish, armored enclosure for the enemy pilot.<br/><br/>"Here we go."  Sam said, over the loudspeaker.  With his suit's hands loosely cupped around her, Sam took the prisoner out of the cavern, along the way they'd come.