The figure is actually a small one, pink-haired and gold-eyed, dressed in layers of fabric that conceal most of his skin, slim hands curled in his lap. He sits stiffly on one side of the bunk, well-away from Fenris-- he doesn't take up much room, after all.

He offers a small smile, hopefully reassuring, but it fades a moment later as he glances from the elf to the rest of the room. "Some sort of transport vehicle. I've heard that we're being taken to the government center, but I'm not.. completely certain of what that's meant to imply."

His hands tighten around one another, narrow shoulders stiff as he takes a careful breath. "They don't appear to be interested in hurting us, at least." For now. But the Saniwa has to find his spirits if they're here, even if it means purposefully putting himself in danger.