Rene returned Solae's kiss without thinking. His mind was taken aback but his attraction to her was undeniable to his body. After a moment of shocked silence she broke away, leaving him with the dizzying memory of her lips on his own. She mumbled something about scans and stumbled from the room. His eyes followed the rhythmic motion of her hips as his mouth tried for form words that wouldn't come. The door swung shut behind him and he was left sitting on the floor being serenaded by a machine. He wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to say to the beautiful marquessa but the moment had passed. A guilty corner of his mind reminded him that the most likely reason was that she was reacting to the stress of the situation. He was too he supposed, though he doubted if any of his former comrades were here they would have wasted time worrying about it.

Unsteadily he came to his feet, awkwardly thrusting the sword down in his belt so it rode more comfortably below his bruised hip. He felt alot better for some reason. Perhaps it was the fact that they had a plan now, a plan that sounded marginally more plausible than assaulting or infiltrating the most heavily armed facillity on the planet. The Syshin were an enigma to him, something he had heard of but never personally experienced. If they had villages outside of the general area of Armistice there was bound to be a certain amount of smuggling taking place, perhaps they could find a freighter that would take them off New Concordia afterall. And then again maybe it had nothing to do with plans and he was just enchanted with the vision of Solae in her undergarments.

He had reservations about Solae attempting the removal of the tracker on her own but it was her decision to make, he couldn't blame her if he didn't want him cutting into her. Resolving to make himself useful he headed down to the kitchen and began to gather what supplies they would need.