He flashes a wan smile, reaching out a hand. "Of course. It's my fault you're down, after all."

And it's the least he can do. He's not a strong man, but he can carry a pack, at least.

"The name's Dennett. Dennett Norton. I'm from Detroit--erm. From Earth." He'd never thought he'd have to mention that part, but he's been here just about that long.