Ren took back her lamp and looked towards the young boy wielding a sword that was bigger than him. She gave a little chuckle and loosened her protective hold on the lamp. 

"Hello, welcome to your new holding cell," she moved towards the door and turned on the lamp, the light moving over the hinges. There wasn't even a scratch, just a nearly unnoticeable dent in the bottom hinge. "No good, you barely even dented it," Ren stood and looked back towards the boy that had recently appeared in the cell. She glanced towards the large R on his clothing, then up to the mask he was wearing. "Where are you from?"