Of course, Apollo would crack a joke at this moment. If an alien did pop out of the man's chest, he was sure he'd be able to grab it in time. Regardless, he was still wary. "You're a long way from home," he said watching the other agent fly up to examine the ship before turning his attention back toward the man on the ground.
The feel of his hand patting his forearm had to be a good sign. "He's conscious," he relayed to Apollo. It wasn't his style to talk around someone like they weren't there, but the man hadn't said anything, so he wasn't even sure if they could talk.
He looked him over to try and make sure everything was okay. He wasn't a medic, but he could tell certain things. Nothing seemed to be out of place, but that would only really be seen after the med team got a good look at the guy.
More orange panels sliced into the air and people came out. Midnighter backed up as they approached the fallen body and prodded it gently to check it. "Holy fuck, scan says he's Kryptonian!"
"Wonder what the Z on his chest stands for."
"Zuperman?"
"Funny," Midnighter cut into their conversation. "What have you got Apollo?"