Ronan himself was rather caught off guard by the four purple flame shaped lights that had formed  and went down the trapdoor hatch with him. He was somewhat angered by this display of lights as it had come down with him both distracting and likely making his presence all the more obvious to anyone else that had remained below. There was not much that he could do about it now however and someone else was already on their way down as well.

Ronan was rather trying to remain self-concerned in the situation in order go back into a better defendable and perhaps surprising position in case of enemy attack. He was having trouble with such in the brightly lit room and perhaps because the flames had thrown him off earlier. Either way, most of the current threats seemed to be gone or eliminated for the time being. One of the Ronan’s crew members had mentioned something about a totem, but Ronan had not noticed such an object yet. He felt very, awkward at this time.

The main thing that seemed to catch Ronan’s attention currently was the red skull in front of  fireball, Tamra’s holy symbol. He knew not of whom it was for but thought it to be an interesting accessory or ‘neat’ for a better term. For now seeing as there was nothing much to speak of and it felt rude to interrupt Tamra he kept quietly to himself instead.