The rift felt very odd to Ren; so many views of times and places, so many scenes of people and their lives. It both intrigued and disgusted her. She carefully readjusted her weapons, clicking her tongue at Kefka and his interaction with Tyme. He was really going to die early if this was always his demeanor. Simply nodding in assent, she moved over towards the Leviathan. She kept glancing down to the rifts however, eyes drawn to all the combatants and their struggles. It felt so brutally agonizing that they all seemed to be so very purely human with Cosmos. Like others weren't good enough. Boarding now, she called out to Tyme.

"You say special mission, I hear big problems. You sure we've got what we need?" She did trust his judgement, yes. But anyone can make a rash mistake, and diving headlong into combat was a quick way to spark such things. Airships and Scorpions would only do so much if those damned goody-two-shoes had an airship, or more, of their own. Ears twitching lightly, she listened closely for any kind of interjections from Kefka, expecting it now from the times she had the misfortune of interacting with him. He bothered her just as much, if not more so, than the Cosmos warriors; though his sheer volume of spells and power was enough to leave her respectful of his skill and deviousness. For now.