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Ronon would never have said it to Heightmeyer or the woman who eventually replaced her who he had also been obliged to talk to on occasion (for a given value of talk). But every time he ran, every time he shifted his posture, picked up the pace and moved at speed, he could feel the Wraith at his back whether they were there or not. Running through the city levels with Sheppard, running through the buildings of Earth that mirrored Sateda just enough to make him think, racing back to the Jumper laying down cover fire. Ronon could feel the adrenaline race through him, his hands itching for a weapon even when he was already holding one. Ronon was no longer a runner – but he became one every time he ran. He'd mostly stopped wondering if that would ever change.

However it was not inaccurate to say that even now long after he has stopped being a runner that the Wraith had often been at his back. Right now - as he dodged through the empty corridors of the Daedalus trying not to think of Jennifer's stubborn, stupid sacrifice which he should have seen coming - that was certainly the case. Todd would kill her, Ronon was sure. Never trust a Wraith and right now Ronon had had enough of running as he had so many times before. He would stand, he would fight, Wraith would die and as he listened to the footsteps of drones and a prisoner, he realised he could do a little more good at the same time.

He ducked into an armoury and grabbed a extra gun.

The next bit was more complicated but whatever the reason for the design, the hand holds in the ceiling were thankfully obvious. He clambered up bracing himself. Now it was just a matter of waiting and he did not have long endure inactivity long. He shot quickly as he swung down before the orientation of the angle could confuse his aim and handed the spare gun off to Jennifer, dampening down his surprised relief that she wasn't dead because there were still drones coming.

Then there weren't. There weren't live drones. There wasn't Jennifer. There was no more Daedalus. There were trees, there was snow on the ground, two prone Wraith drones and the gun he had handed her lying on the jungle floor. One Wraith twitched and instinctively he put another blast of energy into it before bending to check they both were dead. He snatched up the machine gun and examined the area. There were no tracks. None. Snow normally made tracking easy - and this didn't look that freshly fallen.

Ronon had never seen Wraith tech that could do this and were normally incapable of using anything ancestral. But there was little he put past them even this had been an odd moment to try it. Todd had already betrayed them.

"Jennifer?" he called, first outloud and then into his static filled ear piece, receiving no response. He shivered, shrugged, armed his energy weapon picked a direction and set off at pace. Running again.

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The last thing Ronon had actually expected after she vanished was to come across Jennifer. Dressed for this planet's climate and calling out after him sounding confused. He'd only barely pulled himself to a halt when he realised that he hadn't. He aimed the gun at the woman who was almost certainly not Jennifer. Like her certainly, but less serious, less pressured almost - she looked like she ate better unless that was the coat. Weird. The replicators were normally better than this. More exact.

"Who are you?" he demanded levelling the gun at her, his finger close on the trigger. "You're not Keller."

He looked proper tall, then again once living with the likes of Jayne and the Captain around she'd got used to not feeling intimidated by tall folk in close quarters. She smiled as he stopped, ready to be as helpful as she might, which was wiped almost instantly from her face as a gun is lifted upon her, causing her to give a small yelp, lifting her hands up in a shaky submission sign, her eyes wide.

"Kaylee." She managed to murmur out, feeling as though she might start to cry at any moment, though she doesn't move an inch. You're not Keller, mistaking one person for another happened here, though she wasn't quite thinking for the barrel of the gun she was facing. "I ain't- -I." she mumbled with a tremble, getting nowhere. "Please don't shoot." she managed, in a tiny voice.

Ronon stared at her for a long moment, he shrugged slightly lowered the gun so it was not pointed directly at her and flicked it to stun in one easy movement. "Put your hands down," he said his tone slightly less unfriendly than he might have been. "What is this place?" She'd already given him her name but he didn't care either way - he was more interested in the extraordinary resemblance, given she did not seem to be a replicator. (None of them had ever cried.) If she had been like Carson - she would have known who he was and she clearly didn't, but it didn't mean she wasn't one of Michael's creatures so he kept the gun out and waited to see what she had worth listening to.

She's not sure what the click means, but she does as she's told, and her hands lightly grip her middle, she was only too willing to offer information if it'd help her get away unscathed, she's still scared and she looks it every bit. "An Island, Tabula Rasa." She informs looking at her feet idly, he must have just got here, she only wanted to go home, wishing someone else were here. "It don't look like this most o'the time ..just winter. Usual it's covered in sand, n'Tropical-like." She was usually more welcoming and reassuring, but right now she felt extra cold right to the very core, and she needed her own reassurance, voice a little low, cautious. "Folks just turn up here all th'time, just th'same as you done right now- without knowin' where they are or how they got here. It's how everyone gets here."

Kaylee starts explaing things to her feet and because she looks like Jennifer he doesn't like that either. He'd pointed the gun elsewhere, but he is at least glad of answers - though he'd like ones that made more sense, came with more explanation. "I was with someone," Ronon pointed out, glancing back in the direction of the dead wraith. "She looks like you - why isn't she here. The wraith came with me."

Not so keen on warming up to those with a gun, Kaylee does look up from her lowered gaze, not at all sure what to think. She had no want to make whoever this was any cross, especially when he pointed a gun at folk on account of it. "I ain't knowed of anyone who got here with someone from home." Kaylee goes on unhappily, shrugging the tiniest bit. "Just goes that way- sometimes folks you know'll already here- sometimes they ain't. N'sometimes they just turn up." She was partly rambling now, probably best to give him all she knew.

He still has the weapon, he still looks none too pleased, and she is still not who he wanted to see. Which she is reminded of, mistaken as a look-a-like. She's only got one here. Keller, now it sinks in. "Um- th'doctor, she's here, we ain't met- I got mistook b'fore." Kaylee added very quickly, though she suddenly felt all sick in the stomach, for all she knew, she might be squawking on this Keller lady and here she was sending a gun after her and her lot next "How come you're looking?" she asked weakly as if already expecting to be threatened for her question, not feeling at all brave.

She was still explaining though somewhat reluctantly and Ronon let her. Ronon had arrived with someone from home but he was entirely willing to discount Wraith on two counts, first they were Wraith and secondly they'd been pretty much dead meat before whatever had happened happened. The explaination makes as much sense as anything here does and he doesn't think he's going to get anything else out of the girl who isn't Jennifer when unexpectedly, he's corrected.

He could have got Jennifer's location without answering any questions but the information she wants is harmless and he can see why she's asking. It's a noble gesture, one he can respect. So he tells her. "She turned herself into the Wraith to save lives," Ronon said. "I was fixing that - Wraith would have killed her." He nods back the way he came. "Two dead wraith that way - check if you want."

There's no gun suddenly at her eye-level and Kaylee feels some relief swell in her, though she's still shaken, and she's still nervous around him. However she is surprised to have a levelled explanation, even if she doesn't know what a 'Wraith' is, the word itself doesn't sound inviting - like Reavers, without knowing a thing, Kaylee's sure that name would give anyone the shivers. "Sounds brave what she done." she said quietly, he really was barkin' up the wrong tree here looking for the doctor, she wasn't brave like that. Kaylee didn't even want to see the dead Wraith, whatever they were.

It doesn't seem a trick, she gets the feeling she can trust his words and that he won't go hurt the folk he's looking for. "M'guessin' she'll be 'round New Atlantis, n'if she ain't they'll know where. There's more folk from your home there, I met someone called Shepperd, n'there's some fella awful bad tempered called McKay." Kaylee kicks idly at the snow then offers directions - they're not so far from Serenity, find the first path turning into the the jungle, follow it and and he'll find New Atlantis not far from the compound, it's a circle of huts.