"Hey! What the!?" Sierra exclaimed, caught off guard by Luke scampering behind him. "Errr, what do you want me to do?" Sierra asked. "If it's a sharptooh, I'm outta here!"
"But..." Rinkus broke in, reminding his "friend" of certain facts. "As Luke just pointed out, there's only one way out, so you're stuck with us I'm afraid." he said, chuckling a little at Sierra's predicament. He didn't wish ill on him, though he just found it sligthly amusing that everyone was panicking.
"Let's not lose our heads, alright?" Rinkus went on. "Don't you listen to them Jared." he said, giving the tan flyer another pat on the shoulder. "They're just jumping to conclusions. Why don't I tell you about my favorite place, yes?"
"Hmph." Sierra snorted, though said nothing further. He grabbed a rock from off of the cave floor, not wanting to take any chances in case Luke was right.
"Well, my favorite place is not too far from here actually.There's a very big lake with a beach on one end of it. It can get kind of windy there, but it makes for absolutely amazing flying!" Rinkus said, speaking directy to Jared and ignoring Sierra. "And not only that, but it's nice to just lie on your back or belly and sun yourself for a bit in the sand, if you fancy that sort of thing." he gestured with this hand as he talked (as he was prone to doing), and gave Jared another smile. "It's quite the place. It never gets too hot because of the wind. The heat's just about right I find. Your place sounds quite nice too. You should take us there sometime, if you don't mind sharing your paradise." he told the flyer with a wink.
While Sierra was staying on guard, Rinkus was remarkably at ease, relaxed and conversing with Jared as if nothing was out of the ordinary.