[ Rex turns to look at Poe as he disembarks. Even beneath the mask, his gaze is heavy, assessing; the goggles give off the impression that he's staring unblinkingly at Poe, trying to suss him out, and that impression isn't entirely wrong. The fact of the matter is that Poe's right, but in Rex's experience, that sort of charity isn't one that people give for free. Not anymore - then again, how would he know? He hadn't been a debatably free man before either. So why is this man talking about risking his neck without adequate reimbursement? It doesn't track.

He's right, of course. Rex won't be getting off this rock without help. He's just not sure how many other necks he wants to risk in the process. Eventually, he turns, keeps walking. ]

Get me to town first. We'll talk further details then. Including whether or not your partner feels like taking on a charity case.

[ Will the Scythian survive? Probably. Will she feel inclined to risk the life of her partner over a masked stranger? That much, Rex doubts. Even if there's a lack of familiarity between the two, it's bad business.

And if this is the sort of thing the pilot does on a regular basis, he's bad business. This sort of behaviour isn't how you make a living. ]