[Colin doesn't so much as get cut free... it's more like he does his best impression of a chestburster. With the cuts, he's definitely got enough room to get out, and he doesn't do so calmly. The full force of another punch erupts from the site of the impromptu surgery, and he emerges forth with a vaguely displeased look on his face.]

I hate it when the tertiary plan is the one that works...

[Colin looks in the direction of the hissing lizards.]

All that work... They're not going to live long, I don't think... Ugh, I need a bath... I might be able to do something, but it may not work now.

[Yep, he sure is covered in saliva, blood, and a whole host of other things best left to the imagination.]

The core is safe, for the moment. Once we pull it out, we need to move. Meg, you're good to transport back to the Bastion?