Ryder's head perked up when Jack's little bit of commotion started, taking a few cautious steps. When she called though, that perked his interest. Either she was hurt, trapped, or in trouble, or she found something. He began to briskly walk over on all fours, once he reached the edge he peered over and cocked his head to one side, looking down at the girl.
Hay kept moving forward, but had to say, "Look Six, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be like this, but I don't want to die. I'm a pilot, not some soldier." He said, down trodden but still moving on.