When you and all around you are in deep sh*t, who gives a monkey's toss aout having "to do some explaining afterwards".
This sort of rubbish reminds me of the gentleman who got me into flying in the first place over half a century ago.
He said to me one day "I don't really mind dying but I would hate to lose my licence"!
PS There was no such thing in the UK as an approach ban until Ariana Afghan entered the ground at speed at Gatwick with a 727 on finals (if you will forgive the pun) to the westerly runway.