Cutting away at the inhospitable vegetation, and falling slightly each time, it turns out, he's slightly elevated above and to the left of his crew mate. Perched on another twisted vine? limb? an outlook of some kind, he can see his screaming crew mate, being engulfed by the same flowers and vines as he had in a flatter part of this place. One covered with the same pretty flowers, ones daring him to be lured closer.

Making a landing on the open area, he squishes some of them underfoot, the local plant-life doesn't take this too kindly. They make to grab him with their roots but he manages to roll away, closer towards who he sees to be indeed a crew mate. He isn't able to identify them precisely, but it looks to be one of the female users.

He sets out the cut these things off her as best he can. "I'm here now, are you still functional?!" Faux doesn't know what he'd do she isn't.