The teenager examined the ATV's with skepticism. "...Do they not have decent speeder tech? Who goes with wheels in this sort of terrain?"

Then Brycen pokes his head out to explain the next steps in the plan. Ezra listens, visibly tense, but keeping his continuing uncertainty about all this off his face, as much as he can.

"Rock, flimsi, scissors, for pilot's seat?" he murmurs to Ben, out of the corner of his mouth.