"Damn it, Abby!" The Captain of the ship broke what was left of the window, slid down the nose and rolled, coming up to run like hell. He took shelter a few yards from the boy behind some bit of building and peered through the dust.
The pilot kicked out the emergency door and struggled to push the anti-fire and basic-supply units out first. "Damn yourself you, you... you stinkin' pile of ambergris! I warned you I was getting used to the controls."
"YEAH WELL there's a difference between getting a feel and hitting towns." He coughed, waving a hand to clear some of the dust/smoke. "Didn't we hit someone? I don't see any-- Oh, wait, there it is."