Caine looks down over his shoulder-- who else would he be yelling at, the other flying idiot? Once he sees who it is, he puts the brakes on immediately and comes down. Callsigns weren't exactly the authority he was used to respecting, but different world came with different rules.

"Sorry, sir." He wouldn't have killed anybody, of course. He was too careful for that. ...property damage wasn't out of the question... Caine stands awkwardly, waiting to receive the rest of his reprimand.