Alaric only nodded to the pilot who, in the grand scheme of things, was no one and nothing.  He appreciated her expertise, but she just needed to get them to the landing zone.  Whether it was hot or not, her job was done as soon as the bird hit the ground and let them out.  The God-Emperor would shuttle her soul on to the afterlife if she could not get her bird to take off again.  He addresses his comrades as they head towards the bird.  "I'll take point when we hit the ground.  If there's fire coming at us when we touch down, I'll advance one direction and try to draw it off.  You guys move the other direction."