"Well holy hell!"
Aeta quicky dashes across the clearing and grabs his small bag of provisions, digging though it in mid-stride. Aeta stepped into the impact crater, readying several turniquites (Sp) and some healing herbs, which had gathered recently.
"Hold still, my strange blue neighbor from the sky, while I assist you..."
Attempting to assess the damage Aeta asked the first relavant question that came to mind, "Tell me, without looking, are all of your limbs accounted for?"