Virum listens to Gorchek intently, picking apart every word mentally to ensure he followed directions to a T, no need to make a fool of himself on one his first landings. He followed Gorchek and the rest to the shuttle as the remainder of the crew splintered off into their units. As he passes Vincent he nudges his shoulder.

"Hey just remember to slow down before we hit the ground, eh?" He chuckles and keeps moving, obviously quite proud of his morbid quip. As he reaches the shuttle he gets inside and takes a seat, letting the other passengers go about their business in private. As he buckles in he reaches to his belt and slides out an ornamented dagger forged from a see-through material. He looks it over, turning it in his hand. He had never used it before and didn't even know how, but he thought it would be good to have some kind of protection. That being said he had decided to leave it behind. A representation of his dedication to a life of exploration and learning as opposed to violence.