"This from the guy with blue paint over half his face," she teased. It was comforting, their banter like this. Made her feel a little less like a stranger in a strange land.

She shrugged, glancing around as though someone might step forward at any moment with...something for her. "A gun seems most likely, anyway. Maybe some medi-gel packs?" They probably didn't even have medi-gel here. Weirdos. "Or I guess there are a few things of sentimental value that I left behind." Most everyhing she really would've liked probably wasn't going to be feasible.

"Hopefully you'll get some edible food," she finished. It would really suck to have to watch him starve to death and be unable to help him.