Try as Fred might she wasn't good enough to swerve out of the way fast enough to avoid the collision either. Before there was anytime to say anything else, the ship was flying through the hair not of it's own doing and making a crash landing on the surface. Fred lurched forward, slamming into metal and glass, going through it and tossing her body like a limp rag doll out onto the grass.
People were flocking of course, there was no way that anyone survived a crash like that. No one that wasn't them of course. There was something large and painful sticking out of Fred's side all the way through, but she looked pretty much dead. With the last bit of consciousness she had, she ripped the metal through her and knew just on instinct what was going to happen next before she passed out.