He's doing things they don't recognize, coaxing a complexity from the shuttle's flight that seems distinctly organic. The ship is an extension of him. Is this the sort of thing they'll learn soon, or would an adult smile, pat them on the head, and tell them it's an adult-level skill? Chara stews, frowning at Rinzler without really seeing.

It's around when the ship starts its orbital descent that Rinzler finally takes the grouping of controls Chara recognizes. Their head lifts, and after a second's deliberation they climb the rest of the ladder, approaching the chair quietly.

They don't attack. The weight of their gaze is a spotlight, but all it's doing is tracking his actions, flicking towards occasionally the main displays.