"Don't worry, I'm sure the inhabitants of a desolate hellish world full of harsh volcanoes and massive electrical storms will be immensely hospitable to strangers carrying weapons. We probably don't have anything to worry about. Hell, they might even volunteer to carry him back to the ship for us." The speech was, of course, complete sarcasm. Not only was he pretty sure the inhabitants wouldn't like the fact that strangers carrying weapons were just going to stroll right into their mountains and take some guy they'd kidnapped, but he wouldn't be surprised if they had orders to shoot on sight. No, he wouldn't be surprised by that at all. Generally when someone was kidnapped, the someones doing the kidnapping wanted the kidnapped someone to do something for them, very often for nefarious purposes. Which meant they weren't gonna give him up. Even if Mr. Clock asked nicely.

Which left the tried and true solution of bisecting everyone in sight until they either agreed to hand him over or there was no one left to dispute your claim to his services. Either way, you get the guy back and bucketloads of cannon fodder get slaughtered, all because the other guys thought they could hold onto him even though they're obviously not the heroes of the story. Those would be yours truly and his shiny metal companion, trekking across an electrified wasteland in search of some mystical old guy.