Hesk falls in with Sorenstam and T'Mirras as they exited the runabout, fiddling with the strap of his medkit as it wrapped around his left shoulder to get a tighter fit out of it. He casts his eyes about, looking for a hillock or knoll or the like that would give the team a better view of the area they were in. "Any which way we look at it we're in for no small march. We'll likely be needin' a little salvage from the research station to, if the others can't get the runabout back up and running with what they've got. And on that note just how many folk were working at this station again?" Hesk weighed the various factors in play for a moment before simply giving a chuff and swish of his hand. "Auhh and here I am jawing like we ain't got a job to do. Let's get to getting our bearings out here."