[ Jim eyeballs it, looking for the manual release, but finding it long obscured; the way it's jammed is the result from impact trauma from the crash, or at least it was at first. Certainly it's got more piled on top, now. ]

A wall of ice wouldn't be too bad, [ he muses. ] Just as long as there's nothing hostile. Don't break your foot, man.

[ He laughs a little. Go team foot trauma. (Jim's has healed, he's fine, it was only briefly and almost boot soup.) ]

You got anything to wedge it with?