It didn't take long for Steve to consider the option. Anything that would help him off of that god-forsaken rock. 

"I believe that sounds like a splendid idea.  It would be nice to find a place where you aren't in constant fear of the wildlife, your "fellow" bandits, or the occasional Vault Hunter coming in and blowing your brains out. I've personally felt that last one and trust me, it is not a very pleasant experience.  And I am fairly well known as one of the more..... reasonable people out there.  If you need some weapons, I know a fellow by the name of Marcus.  He is a shrewd businessman, but he means quality.... most of the time.  Do you mind if I look about?  Dahl made the New-Us before Hyperion stole the technology; I might be able to set myself up one here, so I could have a waypoint between the two."