Regardless of whether the explosion happened or not, Jake would have been running to the landing pad to check out the latest arrivals. As was, instead of running, he was sprinting. The news hadn't been the most informative; it didn't mention anything about who was on the shuttle that exploded. It didn't have a casualty list, a list of injured, or anything that could have been remotely helpful. That in itself was worrisome (Was Jane on board? Roxy? UU? How about Aranea?), and he couldn't help anxiously lingering around the landing pad to try and spot any of his chums.

Unsurprisingly (but disappointingly), he didn't spot any one of them. He would have preferred to see them to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were safe, but... well, they weren't around. There were no traces of Jane or Roxy. There weren't any of Aranea either, not that he was looking for her as much as the others. If UU was around, he didn't recognize her (actually, now that he thought about it he didn't know anything about her appearance. All he knew was that she was a Troll) either. Jake sighed to himself, trying not to worry but finding it difficult to shrug off his concerns.

Finding himself standing around with very little else to do, Jake decides to take another scan of the crowd and that's when he spots what looks like a troll. He can't see the telltale horns from his current spot but he THINKS the gray skinned alien looks similar enough. With a vague hope that it might be UU, he inches forward and taps the unfamiliar person on the shoulder.

"Excuse me there, I don't mean to be a bother but... Are you a troll?"