Rodney had spent most of the time in his room. He didn't like being up on deck unless the stars and moon was out. Even then he didn't walk around naked like the rest of the weirdos. During the day he only ever left his room to eat, and ever time he left a cloud of smoke rolled out into the hall with him. Most of the time he spent by himself reading meditating, being a prisoner, that sort of thing. He was only too happy that they found land and he could get away from these freaks.<br/><br/>He was up on deck waiting for the ship to dock so he could find some nice people unlike these. Well to be fair he didn't speak much with the gun person, so he couldn't say anything bad about her. However the other two were jerks.