So Jack was his name.

 Or that is what the Outcast had claimed it was. Ronan wasn't sure whether or not to buy it, but it's not like he'd have any reason to hide his name, right? They were all abandoned now. **"Right."** Was all he said in response, while the man peered over to look at Violet, complimenting her. This stirred a quiet gruff growl of warning from Ronan. 

Sure, Violet wasn't technically his daughter nor would he ever dream of taking the place of her father (hence why he was "Ronan" and not "Dad"), but he'd be damned if he didn't treat her like one.

Both watched in curious silence as the man began to tinker with the fire. Violet made a slight cringing noise, looking at the burn on the man's hand, only finally speaking when spoken to. **"I'm Violet. And those burns look painful."** She looked at Ronan, as if waiting for something. 

Though, after a few moments had passed, he did nothing. 

Instead, he exhaled sharply, **Ronan. The hell ye doin' out here, kiddo? Don'tchu Outcasts run together in packs these days or what?"** To say he was out of the loop would be true -- if there **_was_** a loop.