A mysterious body crashing into the Earth's atmosphere and landing in Mark's home city? Yeah, he kind of assumed it'd be another viltrumite thing. Sue him.

Mark, upon seeing the lack of grey clothing, rethinks this.

"Hey! Dude! You can't just go... around making craters in the Earth!" Mark teeters above the broken crust, gesturing vaguely to the... everywhere of it all.

"Hello! Do you hear me? Don't just crash land in random places! Shit! Could've hurt someone..."

Mark blinks. Judging by the blank stare he's getting, he's starting to think the words aren't processing.