The real wrong side of the bed.

That, was a good topic. Ren mentally patted himself on the back. He liked making people talk. "Yeah. That'd be fun. As long as you promise not to kill me, since I'm almost positive that you've had more practice than me.." he dipped his head slightly, glad to see her take the food.

He unwrapped the granola bar, and paused for a moment, Looking her over curiously. "You're welcome." He had a feeling that there was a lot of deep stuff inside that girl. He then chewed into the granola bar, tempted to stuff the whole thing in his mouth at a time, but deciding that that would probably make her uncomfortable, settled for eating regularily.

"Where did you leave to come here?" he asked her, raising an eyebrow in question. He'd waited until she was done eating to ask her, since that was the only polite thing to do. His head was starting to feel the fuzziness of not enough sleep, so he was forcing it to focus on conversation to keep him awake.

Ren dipped his head. "I see. I came from a fairly large town, my parents were both full time workers.. I worked, and mostly lived, on a ranch outside of town since I was old enough to sit up on a horse." he shrugged. Compared to most people around here, he'd lead a pretty boring, and normal life.

"I'm sorry that the world government has done that..." he stopped, thinking to himself that he didn't particularily like their ways of doing things in any aspect, but he wasn't going to say it.

An absent minded hand came to the goggles around his neck, and he tugged on them for a minute as his mind raced. His first human contact for a very long time, and he was already running low on conversation tools. He definately didn't want her to go. He was sick of not having people to talk to. His fingers itched for his guitar, or just something to do. He wasn't one to stay still, and he was slowly moving side to side, changing weight from foot to foot in an attempt to stay focused.

Ren, being his usual observant self noticed that Fia seemed to be missing something, but for the time being, he said nothing of it. And instead dipped his head in agreement. "Sure. Where to?" he was glad to have something to do, so he waited for her reply.

Deciding that he was curious what she was missing, and if he could bring them, he glanced at her carefully. "You seem to be missing something, if you can explain it good, I could probably get them for you.." he paused, cocking his head to the side, looking much like a curious puppy.

"Ok." he said simply, forming a picture in his head. They were beautiful swords, if he'd gotten the image right, and after a few seconds of concentration, up popped the swords, laying gently on the ground, since they'd appeared touching the ground. He had complete control of where things appeared, and simply chose to do slapstick routines most of the time. But he figured that things as precious as those swords weren't something to be toyed with.

"I'm hoping those are yours... Otherwise, you just accumulated two new swords." he grinned at her, pretty sure they were hers, or at least, really really hoping that they were.

Ren grinned and dipped his head. "No problem." He himself knew what it felt like to be missing something. However, his powere made it so that he never had to miss it for long. He absently tugged on his goggles again as he watched her finish putting on her Katanas.

"So shall we take a walk and talk?"

He smiled a small half smile, before bowing, and moving his hand out before him. "After you." he said, glancing up at her from his bowed position.

He straightened after that, waiting for her to choose a direction. While he could have teleported them wherever she wanted to go on the grounds, he figured she really did want to walk.