No arguments, here.

[ He watches as she takes up the knapsacks, then tilts his head towards the two he has hanging from his shoulder. ]

Food and water and survival supplies. I checked already. I mean, if nothing else, they don't seem to want us to croak right off the bat -- crash-landing aside.

[ For a second, his expression is grim, but it passes. Brightly, ] So that's something, right?