That much of an assessment was true. Ren did prefer the idea of being able to acquaint himself with his new surroundings somewhere away from other prying eyes or ears. He didn't need any Rebel Supporters figuring out who he was or that he was there unarmed if there were any. He entered the building, relieved to at least be out of the bite of the wind, and set the pack and his shoes on the ground, flexing his fingers to keep the blood moving through them.

"I would keep to the edges as well." Ren admitted it only as an offering of thanks and agreement. He looked around, taking the primitive building and surroundings in, and then turned his focus back to Jon. "The technology here seems outdated at best. No government, no technology, and you are not from here either. This planet, this- village. It's some form of prison or banishment?"