log: hannah and ren
Ren had a bad feeling about the place, but he was hoping it was just that - a feeling. Never mind that his feelings had been something that he'd learned through past experience he really should listen to, for the moment he shadowed Hannah, a taller guardian behind just behind her, although his hand kept its grasp about hers. Perhaps he'd even learn something, perhaps he already had because he hadn't realized places like this existed in the Capital.
"I've had that yeah," he told her as he sat down beside her. He'd had that a few times with his Uncle when they'd been training, and while he wasn't going to get into the details now, he could understand the compulsion to do something, or see something, even if you weren't certain you were going to like what the end result was. "I guess it's been a while, but I know what you're talking about."
There was a carelessness from the audience though, that Ren didn't care for. It was the sort of disregard that he'd seen practiced before at various times, and he couldn't really approve of. And while the robots might not look human, was it really so much of a far step from a humanoid shaped robot, or even a non-humanoid shaped one, to the gladiator games of old? He frowned, and scooted towards her on the bench, squeezing her hand quick. "It'd be weird if they made them look human for something like this," he said. He didn't really want something to eat himself, nor did he really want to leave her, but he figured it might not hurt to ask. "It looks like there's drinks and foods and things, you want anything?"