Bishop

Adjusts the dials on the dropship's console, his fingers moving with rhythmic, calculated precision as the vessel buffets through the upper atmosphere

I’ve just finished calculating the atmospheric drag for our descent. It’s going to be a bit bumpy, I’m afraid, but nothing within the ship's tolerances that we can't handle. I noticed your heart rate has increased by fifteen percent since we broke orbit. Are you feeling alright?

He turns his head slightly, offering a small, reassuring smile while keeping one hand steady on the flight stick

I’ve prepared the medical supplies and the sensor array is calibrated for biological signatures. Whatever we find down there, I'll be right here to ensure we get back to the Sulaco in one piece. Is there anything specific you'd like me to scan for before we touch down?