As the Jeep pulled up behind him Harry gently swore to himself. Any opportunity he had to ambush the boy and loot him was gone now and as he swung his leg off of his radcycle and followed Has'la towards the boy. Taking his cue from his business partner, Harry shouldered his own rifle, but as Has'la reached out offering the stranger food and water the mechanic let his hand drop own onto his holstered blaster, his thumb casually unclipping the weapon, readying it to draw at the first sign of trouble.

Glancing back towards their vehicles Harry let his eyes wander across the scrublands surrounding the town, once again checking for signs of an ambush. Too many times before he'd found the bodies of good Samaritans left at the side of the road, their bodies picked clean of anything which could be of use, and he wasn't about to l4et himself get suckered into a trap.

[b]"Is he still alive?"[/b] Harry finally asked Has'la, his tone impatient. The sun was already beginning to rise higher and soon the bandits and raiders would be out on the roads looking for their day's bounty and he'd prefer to get a little further from town before the scum had a chance not to brush their teeth.