[Erik snorted, but it was brief, and he kept his eyes on Charles. He was worried, and, abruptly, regretted that he had stopped wearing his helmet. His mouth quirked in case Charles had caught that stray thought, though, and he nodded.]

Maybe you should hang onto my helmet, in case we're ever abruptly disembarked again. [He paused for a beat, finally looking away with a thoughtful expression.]

He didn't announce it at all before hand. We didn't crash again, did we?