[i] With a grunt, a crash of metal resounds within, and a pair of hands peek over a side of the sheared off ship, quickly followed by a person pulling themselves up and over.[/i] "This is gym class all over again." [i] He mumbles in annoyance once he freed himself, landing on the grass in a not so graceful stumble. He straightens himself, grinning at the girl with a wave. The man was young, maybe only eighteen with messy dark red hair and a spattering of freckles on his face. Emerald green eyes with gold flecks littered the irises, unusual eyes for sure. He wore a black tank top and skinny black jeans, with a green bandana tied around his right arm. A lean body that had a little muscle on it and was only about 5'8", with grease marks dotting his cheeks and arms, especially his hands. Definitely a mechanic. [/i]