Jayden is absolutely determined not to lose his grip, both for Blake's sake and because he doesn't want to have to reach into the pod again, and although it's a bit of a harrowing struggle there for a moment it's such a relief to succeed that he doesn't even care that he hits the ground pretty hard. He's had way worse, and he could use a moment to catch his breath anyway.

And then something hits the ground next to them, and he looks in reflexive alarm, and he wishes he hadn't. He's seen dead bodies before, even in just the last day, and some of them have been pretty bad, but there's only so much that someone can be prepared for the shock of a corpse missing its face.

"Shit. Shit, I hate this fuckin' place." It's more to himself than anything else, and he lurches upright to a sitting position, stomach turning in a mix of nausea and anxiety. It takes a brief moment but he manages to tear his gaze from the body, turning it toward the person who can still be helped; he hurriedly wipes his hands on his pants to try to get rid of any lingering slime, then reaches to carefully touch Blake's shoulder. "H-Hey, are you hurt?"

Besides, you know, the whole 'getting burned with plant digestive juices' thing. Hurt worse than that, he means.