Exotic had been right. So exotic she didn't even have the native language down right. Putting that aside, she didn't seem keen on helping him. But she also wasn't totally opposed. No, as long as he didn't say anything incredibly stupid, he had her. He smirked, "Oh, it's crazy. But I think you can handle it. I'm used to this kind of danger, and I'm sure you'll catch on." Oh, she looked used to danger, but not his kind. His kind was organized and with purpose. He had a feeling her kind was mostly for survival.

Well, that'd be important too.

"Step one will be acquiring some hazard suits. There's a few high-class scavenger, err, 'salvage' crews that have bought them from the military." They really didn't like being called scavengers.  "The red zone is so dangerous these days, they won't even know their suits are missing -- and yes we'll most likely have to steal them. If that goes against your sensibilities we can always give them back later... when they're not looking." He doubted they'd be thanked for their safe return, no matter how politely they went about it.

"Aside from the suits, motorized transport would be a much appreciated luxury, especially in my condition. Animals could suffice too if that's impossible. Besides that, just the usual provisions for a trip into the desert," he explained. Honestly, the suits would be the hardest part. The scavengers had long since learned that being able to defend themselves from raiders was necessary. Even if they usually just sat on their asses lately, it wasn't like they'd thrown away their guns and become pacifists.

But he still needed to give her a reason to take the risk. "As for the payoff... well... Food and money are almost a given if all goes well. And, if you're really ambitious, how about leaving the planet?"