Skeith moved down the hall swiftly in the direction of the chaos. "Get out of my way." She ordered to any crew who ran in her direction. "Renne..." She mumbled quietly. "Don't be a fool..." Her hands clasped her blade loosely as she walked down the hall at a brisk pace. Hearing a disgruntled roar, Skeith quickly began sprinting in it's direction. She knew that sound anywhere. It was Renne. The young captain rounded a corner quickly, only to find the carnage of any area previously assaulted by her primal crewmate. But she could tell that this wasn't the damage of rage, this was panic and struggle. In many ways that was more dangerous than Renne's anger.