"Movement onna landin' pad, serr," purrs the console, and Ruin looks up. "....Um," is Ruin's oh-so-erudite response. For the Vollistan is clearly not Nait, and clearly in possession of quite a colorful aura - a rather odd combination of green and pink, swirling around, and carrying things under his long arms. Rathenhope blinks at the screen. "What..? Interesting...?" Ruin simply nods, watching the screen as the Vollistan starts setting up an easel. "...Is he painting my ship?" Rathenhope blinks at the screen. "Talk about artistic..."