"You are the strangest person..." he muttered under his breath, barely audible, but then cleared his throat to speak clearly. "Uhh, well..." Training? "They can shoot guns real good? I don't really know. They're just... mercenaries. Brigands might be a better word. They have lots of weapons and there's over a dozen of them, but that's about it. Rifles and explosives mostly. Maybe a few vehicles, trucks, but nothing heavy."

He groaned, it seemed it would be horses for them. Of course some geniuses had realized "hey, desert planet, bring camels," but that also meant the few camels were at a premium, even more so than horses.

"OK, here's a simple plan," he slowly slid back to a sitting position and began explaining. Honestly, he was coming up with most of it on the fly. First she'd have to find food and water and then head to the edge of the settlement. There were horse stables there. She'd either have to find money to rent them, or steal them. She'd load whatever supplies she'd gathered onto the horses and then head out. He gave her directions to a salvage camp, on the outskirts of the town, but within sight of the walls where she'd head next.

She'd meet him nearby where she could tie up the horses and together they'd find a way to steal the equipment they'd need. Meanwhile, he'd be finding a gun and anything else useful he could managed before slowly making his way there. He had less tasks so that hopefully at his hobbling pace he'd be able to meet her at the salvage camp in a somewhat timely manner.

"That last parts gonna be the hardest. The salvagers aren't an easy bunch. They know how to handle themselves out in the wastes. IF we aren't caught, they probably won't know the difference for some time and it won't be a problem. IF we are caught... I'm not sure your sword is gonna be much use." One woman with a sword, no matter how good, didn't seem like a good match for an armed group of salvagers.