Ryder stood there for a moment, shaking his head, not to say no, but to shake the stars out. When most were gone, he turned and walked over to the cockpit. The cockpit looked messed up, all the glass was cracked or shattered, the metal frame was ruined and warped, and inside the flight suit of a pilot was trapped by metal and dirt.
He reached down and pulled and bent the metal away. The dirt fell off easily enough, and when he was almost done, the pilot began to stir, shaking his head only to cringe in pain when he did. "Easy big guy, I think my leg is broken." When Ryder cleared his way out, he was able to get up on one leg, but not hold himself on the other. "Yeah, broken." He finished through a cringe of pain. The pilot was human, not very well built, but a damn good flyer.
Ryder let out a low moan, much like a whale's call, offering his hands to carry him.
The pilot accepted and together they went back to the group. The pilot cradled like a baby in Ryder's massive metal arms.