Rinzler lags for only a moment before nodding left and up a slope, toward an overlook a little ways apart from the main camp. The ground isn't quite as level as he'd like, but little of this planet is, and most of that has been claimed for sleeping platforms. Space is the priority.

He starts toward it without delay, picking a winding route with only a few rocks to scramble up. It's obvious at a glance that Rinzler's patrolled this way before. Little to do but patrol, as slowly as this group has been moving. Still, there's a hitch to his steps, a beat of hesitation, as Yori voices that question, that way.

Is she worried?

Or...

The dark mask shakes: left, right, left. No. Clu isn't planning to go back.