"Good heavens." Dren retracted and replaced his hat after the introduction. "Bed warming? I must surely at least buy you a drink first, madam." He retorted politely... inside however, he couldn't help but wince at what a fast talker this woman was. "And perhaps under more pleasant circumstances than the dingy insides of this ship wreckage." 

He tipped his hat slightly at the other. "A pleasure, Miss Karn, Miss Wylde. Forgive me but I am a further mite curious... I seem to have gotten mixed up in this situation by mere happenstance so, I am unfamiliar on this whole... kidnapping a princess, thing. I mean, i've seen your 'boss' refer to her as a princess..." he glanced briefly over to the sleeping form. "But I must say, looks don't exactly relate to royalty if you catch my drift..." He more or less had this figured out by now, but he wanted to hear it from one of them. They were the potential terrorists after all.