Ren hated space travel.<br/><br/>She had learned to cope using chemicals and hard alcohol a long time ago, but she could never shake that cold feeling of being in deep space. She had popped her last hexinol, a mild anti-anxiety pill, not 5 minutes before the inspection. It was a good thing too, she held a lot of animosity towards soldiers, especially the kind who thought they were hot shit. Ren had been told since her first job that soldiers were fools, they let their uniform make their reputation, they had been branded by someone else. A merc branded themselves, and let their scars do the talking, not their uniform. In theory, anyway. She held her tongue and simply sat across from Inku behind a pair of mirror shades and regarded the soldiers with a quiet hate. After they had left she stood up and paced a bit, eager to get off the ship. She stood against the wall with her arms crossed and spoke in regard to Inku's question.<br/><br/>"At least I'll get a chance to smoke."