"We're going down, Man!"
It was Finn. He knew that they were crashing. He was at the helm of the ship, wasn't he? he had all the controls, the gages. He was in control here. But Finn had to go and state the obvious. That didn't exactly help the situation. If anything, it only made him more paranoid, if that was at all possible.
But, here they were, the ground of terra Goga rushing up to meet them. Alarms were going off everywhere. Panic from his shipmates, mad dashing here and there. Aerrow yelling orders. It was useless. No one could hear him in their state of panic.
Even though he had said it before, this time, it proved true.
They were doomed.