Rick is a problem solver, or at least he tries to be. If nothing else, he knows he can fight off just about anything so that the real problem solvers can do what they need to do. He's in the thick brush outside the walls trying to track the broadcast location when he spots the guy in the strange suit - flying - landing. Rick has seen lots of strangeness in his time, so it doesn't necessarily surprise him. It's the flying part that has him startled.

The guy lands and Rick only hesitates a moment before rushing past him to slam his machete into one of the creatures that was about to pounce on the guy. And another beast, Rick draws his colt and fires. Then he looks back at the man, blue eyes momentarily wild as anyone who's survived what he has would be, before they settle into something calmer.

"Probably easier by air. But if you're after what I'm after, I think we're close." He says, holstering his pistol again but keeping hold of the bloody machete that's become his weapon of choice.