Hearing the cries, Dale began to frantically search for the maker of the sounds, hoping to find someone crying out of sadness rather than pain. Upon seeing the pilot, he rushed over to the woman, placing his axe upon his hip, and approaching her slowly. Just incase- never knew with the random people falling out of the sky. "Hey... Hey you alright?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, but loud enough to get her attention. His voice was rather deep and calm- a listener might fall asleep if they were tired.