Holding a plastic tray in her hands that she hoped would serve as a passable shovel, Rachel furrowed her brow and got back up to go see what the commotion was.<br/><br/>Looking out the open hatch, she looked the man over and called over to him, "What's the problem, sir?"<br/><br/>Rachel wasn't sure they should trust him. Seemed odd to have this man run up to them, if they crashed in the middle of a jungle, and ask for<em>their</em>help. Very odd. Caution was advised, she felt, but Rachel wouldn't turn down a request for her help if the man seemed sincere. It would be worth the risk, and she was fairly sure there wasn't much the team couldn't handle, or at least get their asses back out of.