Joan couldn't care less whether the control panel gets fixed. The minute it's clear that the pilot is grievously injured, she's at his side, assessing his injuries. He's bleeding heavily from a large gash in his scalp, so she quickly pulls off her jacket, balls it up, and presses it hard to the wound. Then she twists to look back at the people behind her. Once she makes eye contact with someone she points.

"You! Get the medic kit." She points to where the duffel with the basics is stashed beneath the seats. "Hurry."