[ The problem with being raised to do something since you were born is that... you're not very good at much else! Especially in Illumi's case, when that thing you were raised to do was kill people. He has little in the ways of engineering knowledge, and his medical knowledge is all primed for, well, inflicting pain, not alleviating it.

Not a painter, and not a builder either, so that leaves him with thinking he should just stick to what he knows: weaponry, fighting. Security seems close enough, since he doubts anyone on the ship is going around looking for hitmen to hire - not that he'd do it without being paid, anyway. Self-serving as he is, and for how little heartfelt desire he has to pitch in, he can recognize if he doesn't put something on the table here, he might not be able to worm his way into this little encampment, make use of what little stability they have. It doesn't look like any of the Hatchlings are getting hired here anytime soon, but that doesn't mean they shouldn't check it out, in his opinion. ]

Thinking of joining up with them? [ He says, his tone casual, and his wide eyes drifting back to Rémi and the other people milling about the stall - his gaze especially lingers on those with visible injuries or amputations. ] Looks dangerous.

[ That, or they're incompetent, which he doubts if they've managed to survive for three years. It doesn't seem like he's particularly bothered by the mad cold shoulder Rémi is giving all of them; no, he seems unaffected by it at all, simply perusing the weapon shelves as casually as one would look through the grocery store. Neat stuff, why not look at it? ]

[ Most people would at least give some pause upon witnessing the distress caused by these clothes being given away.... but not this guy. In fact, he takes in the young person's display with something that can best be described as blank-faced apathy, hardly giving the event a second glance before opting to speak with you, instead. ]

Hey.

[ Yes, you! He turns his back to the commotion going on, holding out an article of clothing he'd just received. On a closer inspection, he actually lucked out in the dead-people's-clothes-lottery, because it seems he got handed a pretty nice (if not worn) leather jacket, lined with shearling. ]

I want to trade, if you're willing to give that up.

[ He is of course referring to the clothes you got in your care package... whatever it is, it's perhaps softer than the material that he's been given, or maybe looser, or maybe just... you know, not this! He's not that picky. If the young person protests further at his give-no-fucks attitude, its as though he doesn't even hear them with the way he ignores it. ]

[ The good news: you and Illumi have made it to the base of one of these arid cliffs that allegedly grow the Starspire root at the edges. There's still a way's to go even after you climb, of course, but at least the light is at the end of the tunnel! The bad news: as the crew members back at camp explained, the incline is very steep. And rocky. And sharp? It looks all kinds of dangerous, and there's certainly not any rock climbing gear that they set them up with - so it'll be up to good old fashioned brute strength, it seems.

Right as the two of you approach the cliff, Illumi shields his eyes with a hand, giving a soft hum under his breath as he takes in the summit. ]

Well, [ He interjects, conversationally, not at all perturbed by the task ahead. ] Shall I go first, or you? The better climber should lead.

[ And by that he means, if you're a good climber, now's your chance to speak up!! He seems either ignorant of how arduous the task will be, or brazenly confident that he'll be able to climb this thing no sweat, given his relaxed demanor and neutral expression. Which will it be? Only time will tell... ]

( illumi can be found around the camp throughout this introduction period doing all sorts of weird things: being covered in goo without complaint, eating the bad food without complaint, and being oddly at ease despite the wackiness of the events that have unfolded thus far. if you'd like to handwave introductions/having seen each other at one point on the ship (maybe during the holding cells? or across the table at the mess hall??) feel free to! )