"Personally I'd settle for a working comm. But sure," he clambers back up through the sand and small stones to her mangled stasis pod of choice. "I wouldn't say no to a running transport. Something with a swivel mounted gun and a bunch of extra personnel seating while we're at it."

Tossing his leg across the pod, Wedge hefts his makeshift hammer in one hand and firms up the would-be chisel with the other. They're slightly different textures; that could be not great news for them. He hesitates a moment-- "Keep you fingers crossed I don't smash this and make things worse."

And then he bangs on the 'chisel' with the 'hammer'.