There's not exactly much working room, but Wedge throws his leg over the exterior frame of the stasis pod - stands half in the sand and half in the upturned, shredded pod - and leans in under the angle of her arm to work the little rock into the shred of space she's opened up.

"Pretty much exactly that." She must be military of some kind - already this is easily the most natural conversation he's had and they're all but standing on top of another, fiddling with a rock. Please don't be an Imp; it's been a long day already, he thinks, then the rock grinds into the space between the metal strip and the stasis chamber's frame. He makes a small sound of triumph, then straightens to peer around them.

"Great. Now we just need another, bigger rock." Still straddling the frame of the stasis pod, he offers her his hand. "I'm Wedge, by the way."