It had been like a comet, the sudden flare of light careening through the rift and into the mountainside. Demon, cried the templars, danger, cried everyone else. Zevran thought it some manner of particularly metallic dragon. To be told by it's rather exhausted (but quite handsome) pilot that it was a ship for the stars? Held Zevran's curiosity. Aside from the initial attempts to free the man, his ship, and all that they could from the countryside Zevran kept a careful, quiet distance. Observing him and his manner, the large metal structure unlike any he had seen before.

The stuff of fade dreams, what he spoke of- and yet it held it's own appeal.

His distant curiosity became close, and he asked questions. Answered a few of his own. Took the time to wander about shirtless on more than one occasion to return the ever so kind favor Poe (what a name, that) gave them stripped to the waist in his horrifically colored jumpsuit.

Now he helped as best he could, even if he did not understand the principles. "You are certain this will hold?"

Zevran offered it over all the same, peering at the side to compare it to what survived the crash.