Reese wasn't in the plane looking for a radio. The flight crew had all survived, and they knew how to use the damn stuff. Let them worry about saving everyone. The only person Reese was out for was himself.
Hence, the reason he had gone back into the plane when no one was looking. It wasn't looting, though he spied a couple of interesting looking things on his way into the cabin, where he'd watched the little shit he had been tracking ever since their run in at the airport terminal go. Riley wasn't his original target, but he sure as shit was a pretty replacement -- money wise, anyway. He didn't know what alias the kid was going by now, but Reese recognized him as Riley Colton, whose bounty was so big he had a whole sheet of paper to himself on his Big Targets Board.
He'd just never thought he would be the one to catch him.
"Drop something?" He asked when he came across Riley in front of the cockpit door, scrambling around for who cared what. It was close quarters, and the only way out was through him, so Reese understandably felt like he had the upperhand. He smirked at the punk kid, arrogantly slow. "I'll help you look," Reese offered, though he didn't come any closer.
"Real good at findin' things..." The significance wasn't only in his voice, but in the unwavering gaze he locked on Riley.