The siren is less familiar an alert to Ren, but he can guess at the reasons such an alert would be triggered. Whatever the reason, it is rarely good news when an alarm goes off.

He reaches again for the saber hilt no longer at his waist and growls under his breath in frustration. His eyes follow hers to the sky, but there are no ships or even signs of a ship or fight in the sky.

He gestures forward, partially deafened by the sound.

"We need to find an open building." Or break into one. Even if the siren was not for something they could duck into safety from, walls would at least provide some buffering against the sound.