Ren had to clench his jaw to keep from making any comment about the observation about Lerraine's ass, and made a mental note to have Phero burned alive if he ever got the chance. Luckily, the conversation moved on, while Ren fantasized about all the ways he wanted to murder the other Catalyst member, and he managed to keep from saying anything else to mess up the mission. Decidedly, Ren thought that he would in fact allow Phero to do the talking, since scum seemed to get along with scum quite nicely. Took one to know one, he supposed.
By the time they actually started moving, Ren had become mildly aware of the ache in his jaw that grew from the way he had been grinding his teeth. With a soft sigh though his nose, he forced himself to relax slightly, but still calculated just how much cash it would take to make sure the smokestack was never seen or heard from again.
He glanced back at Lerraine, before moving to follow Phero and Noland, noting that she seemed to be distracted by something. He guessed that she wasn't exactly comfortable in that location, though Ren could hardly blame her. Who wanted to be around the human garbage that frequented areas like this? He moved a little closer to her, remaining in the bodyguard position as they headed off, and turned his eyes back to the surrounding area. He would have preferred to simply burn the slums to the ground and save themselves a lot of trouble, but for now he tried to stay quiet.
For all his bravado and ego, there was some truth to it, and Ren moved like an armed man, confident in his own lethal nature. After all, he hadn't paid his way into Catalyst, though some, probably Phero, would say he had. Man he really hated that guy. On a scale from one to ten, he hoped Phero would die in a fire.