Hearing a voice from where he had not previously detected a presence, Ryo immediately snapped into a fighting stance, fist raised toward the newcomer. Once he realized that the repitlian man did not mean him any (immediate) harm, he lowered his fists, but kept his muscles tense. The stranger was recommending that Ryo move on, which was probably wise. The men that had accosted him were armed, but had underestimated him and promptly suffered for it. As his master had told him once, if he lived because he had gotten lucky, he deserved to be dead. Ryo didn't feel like pushing his luck any further.

He looked up at the stranger, and figured that he would be able to help him. Probably not for free, but given that he could have slipped away without Ryo noticing, he probably revealed himself because he wanted something. That gave room for negotiation. He doubted he was in cahoots with the bodies Ryo had just littered the station floor with, or else he would have just escaped to warn the others.

"I'm looking for someone," He answered steadily. "A man of my same race, about my age. I have reason to believe he was on this station. He may still be on this station."