He hadn't been involved in whatever mission but the fact he'd heard about visitors coming aboard had lent an initial battle of emotion. At first had come wariness -- questions. What if this is a clever trick? This had been followed closely behind by protectiveness but both of these had been reined into a great extent.

Crawling on all fours at first, Renne then stands up and trails carefully. At a point roughly halfway to what he thinks is the door to which these visitors come through, he squares off. First thing? An inner check to be sure of his Bondeds. And then?

His dark skin flashes like mad, reeking with living curiosity.