Lowering the weapon earns him another point in his favor. Blaze might be pretty relaxed about physical threats, but her Ghost isn't. The tiny bot peeks carefully over her shoulder, its silver shell spinning for a moment.

"So that was your ship?" Blaze points in the direction he landed, her optics brightening. "Nice! Most people are lucky to land on their feet. If you want the quick rundown: welcome to the Nexus; the atmosphere's safe for standard human biology and the population's effectively non-hostile. Safe to say you can get fuel here, but no promises about the price." She shrugs. "After that, it gets complicated. Including the part about leaving."