Will lands, competently if not necessarily gracefully, and it takes him a moment to reply because the scientists are already swarming over the metal corpse to do their postmortem. He disentangles himself from the parachute glider and pulls his helmet off, letting it dangle from its tether as he steps out of the way. “Uh, yeah,” he says, looking at the guy who's asking. Looks like a scruffy kid. He edges further out of the way of the excited chattering going on behind him. “Too bad it didn't work,” he says, mostly to himself, glancing at the wreck over his shoulder.