Renin looked at the bald, dark-skinned prisoner they were tasked with escorting, wondering what made her suitable for a trip into the Void. He did not care overly much if she saw him staring at her for a moment, though it may be difficult for her to discern any more than a pair of faint green pinpricks under his hood. Even at mid-day, Myar's sky remained grey, and its land clothed in shadows. One reason among many that he sought to leave this world. The ranger did not necessarily object to a criminal accompanying the mission--though many of his fellows scoffed at it and muttered under their breath to each other, sometimes well within Loria's range of hearing, Renin remained silent.

He and she were outsiders both in this place. He had been more fortunate than her, perhaps, but he did not believe himself to be inherently superior. People did things to survive on this planet. Renin had done things in his time, before he came to these mountains, and if these folk knew of the things he'd done then, perhaps they would've imprisoned him as well. He was thus not swift to judge the crimes of others. What he had more trouble wresting with was exactly why [i]this[/i] particular criminal was suited above all others, or why any criminal was being chosen at all. Did she possess some extraordinary hidden talent--or was she so dangerous that the Conclave simply wanted her off-planet?

Maybe he would find out soon.

"My name is Renin. We'll be crewmates soon--what's your name?" he asked Loria.

After collecting the prisoner, Renin's group had been assigned to grab a scientist who was running past schedule. Some had grumbled that they didn't see the use of a biologist who was too inept to even arrive at a proper time, but if they found a world that was even remotely habitable, the expedition absolutely needed his skills, at almost any cost. The mere inconvenience of delaying the launch proceedings wasn't that much of a price to pay if he was as knowledgeable as he was supposed to be.