Bucky watched and thought this over. No matter how they looked at it, this man was right. He doubted the rations they were provided would last long, and if they were stuck here any length of time, they would quickly be in need of something else to sustain them. Especially with his metabolism. He'd eat as little as possible and still function so he didn't create a worse need for food for the rest of the survivors.

"Wait." Buck pulled away and moved back outside after a moment, unzipped his back and brought back both a torch and a knife. "These were in my bag. I don't need either." Well, he liked having a knife, but he didn't need it to be a threat. "I have night vision as sharp as in daylight. There's a spare battery too." He added and nodded to the flashlight he'd handed over.

"I can smell fuel, too. The ship obviously has a leak. We should get everything we need and evacuate everyone as quickly as possible. I've been out of the technology loop for a while, but I'm guessing it's still pretty explosive. Show me what you need and I can work on the bulkhead behind us."