There's a Human saying he'd heard some time ago when about to undergo a possibly risky endeavour. Something about breaking one's leg, although why that is, he has no idea. As it is, Renne intends on keeping all bones intact provided he doesn't flee in his own nervousness.

Ha. He's nervous and he knows this ship. Bloody ironic, that.

As it is, there's a Human-smelling creature within his scent-range, so there he goes, carefully squaring off and moving like he seriously, really needs a bloody cane, toward said smell. And to it, he offers a chirp.