[Another muffled curse as she rolls over, spitting out the mouthful of grass (and guh-roooooooooss, was that a dandelion???) her crash landing had afforded her. It's a sheepish hacker that looks back up at Helen.]

Er- yeah, I'm okay. [scrambling to get up!] But, y'know, I'm more worried about you, Chief- [awkwardly brushing off the grass stains on her knees, or at least attempting to] -because....well, the outer zones of this place can be pretty dangerous.