Ren Arnassis enters the docks from the customs station. Ren Arnassis has arrived. Ren Arnassis steps out onto the landing pad and begins prowling through the rows of ships parked there. Kyle Connire is sitting on a small crate under the shadows of a much larger stack of crates, and a ship's hull above. He sits with one arm resting across his knee, and opposite hand flat on the crate upon which he is poised. His head is lowered, with eyes foxused on the ground in contemplation; he is framed completely shadow, and difficult to see for anyone not specifically moving around decesively searching.