Perry followed the group, growing more anxious to get off this stupid rock. If she had known winning the fight would send her here, she'd have lost on purpose.
Who was she kidding? No she wouldn't!
Eventually they passed a doorway and heard footsteps. Perry prepared herself to fight back, only to see Mr. Douchebag himself again. She stayed ready though. "Thank you! That's what I've been saying!" she said in response to Flynn. The dude needed to be face punched.
They didn't seem any closer to finding a way off this asteroid though. "Yeah, ran into some people who were not happy to see us. Seems like a lot of people here aren't happy to see us and I can safely say the feeling's mutual, so how about instead of standing there like a grade-A, voted most likely to be eaten when we eat the rich, face-punchable chad and send us in the right direction or provide transport. Honestly, if this ends up being some ploy to get everyone together only to start in on some grand masterplan, I will blow this entire rock the fuck up."