Let Hugo slip out to his doom

Hugo slides along the cargo ramp, desperately grasping for something to hold onto, before plummeting almost a quarter of a mile down into a gully below. You hold yourself in place with the iron grip given to you by years of infiltration work and binding pads in her suit; you weren’t going anywhere. Jane eases off the controls and the ship starts to stabilize.

"I should’ve trusted my hunch," you mutter to yourself before you shout over the sound of rushing wind to Jane. "I need to speak to Sid immediately so get us back to the hangar."

"Aye, aye," Jane replies as she closes the cargo hatch.