[ the guy is nice; kind, even. for a moment, she does no more than awkwardly scratch at the back of her head before craning her head to look around. her gaze flickers back towards him. ]

...Ren — not a bad name. Are you guys a fleet, then?

[ "fifty, huh..." she mutters underneath her breath. ]

I can help you check the rest of the rooms. Beats doing it alone.