[Ronan spins on his heels when he hears a voice - heavily accented, albeit not the accent Ronan is used to - and for a moment, he plasters himself against the trunk of a tree, wishing he had some kind of weapon, some way to defend himself better than his fists. They don't feel quite enough, and they're bruised, blood drying on his knuckles from his earlier crash landing.

He doesn't really want to see anyone, talk to anyone, but he knows that logically, he cannot follow that primal fear feeling, even as it rumbles through him like thunder, making him grit his teeth. It won't help.

Ronan swallows hard, and pushes himself off of the tree. Chainsawd immediately swoops down to rest on his shoulder, croaking Kerah! into his ear, like a reassurance.

If she was the real deal, it might have worked.]

You found your daemon yet? It's your access to the network. It's like a robot, but it looks like... something personal, I guess. [He knows this guy's daemon probably won't look like a raven.]