"Right," he replies, circumflecting the word with a lingering, skeptical pull.

Clearly he's missing some astronomically huge chunks of context here. But it wouldn't make sense to stop and ask some stranger if he's all right and then drive away, and Daniel's picked up stranger hitchhikers under far more colorful circumstances. The fact that those hitchhikers usually happen to be on the other side of the asteroid belt doesn't really change much. And hey - being homeless and wandering aimlessly around is something Daniel has an unfortunate amount of experience in. He can't help but be sympathetic to the guy's plight. Even the tattered looking-half-dead thing, though Daniel has his doubts.

"Here." He leans over to unlock shotgun. Altruism before reason, as always. "If you're, um. Really sure about not needing a hospital."