"Hey- hey! It'll be fine!" Hardcase said, giving their shoulder a comforting pat- or what he hoped was comforting. Maybe a gentler pat would've been better, but adrenaline still pumped through his veins. Sure, things might be a tad… scorched. Like, literally. Scorched metal hung in the air, smelling faintly of burnt wires. Not ideal, no. But Hardcase wasn't one to dwell on the negative. Never had been, never would be. Not when there were problems to solve and, apparently, orders to disobey.

After they- mostly Fives- had managed to crack the access codes for the Umbaran fighters, Hardcase hadn't hesitated to get into one of the ships. Sure, General Krell had rejected their plan flat out, but they needed to destroy the Separatist supply ship one way or another. He had only climbed into it to get a better feel for the controls and fly it properly this time. He hadn't planned to nearly destroy the hanger and almost take out a few of his brothers while trying to figure it out.

He did, however, manage to get the hang of it at the end! Minor victories. Even if the hanger door was disintegrated. Now he had a very worried person beside him, nearly panicking about how Krell's going to respond to this 'disaster'- their words, not his. It wasn't that bad. Hopefully.

"We'll just say... uh..." he paused as he quickly tried to think of an excuse, looking around the hanger. "I'll just say an enemy booby trap went off when I was working on it! Yeah, that'll work!" He declared with a confident grin, completely ignoring the eyeroll he received from Jesse a few feet away.

"You're all good, too, right?" he added, scanning them over quickly, his concern momentarily eclipsing his own impending Krell-related doom. "Didn't hit you?"

Maybe, just maybe, Krell wouldn't be too harsh. He knew Jesse and Fives would vouch for his lie, at least. That'll make it more believable. If all went well, they'd all walk away without issue. If not, they would be court-martialed at the minimum. But that wouldn't happen!