Rhys walked through the scanner without any troubles, because he didn't dare to bring anything with him. They can't take my mind from me, he reminded himself as he tried to be brave. Nobody can. Rhys was quiet on the trip, mostly because he was so fascinated. He came from a very poor home in a New York inner city apartment. He always dreamed of going up into space, living on Mars or the Moon, but he never had a realistic chance at it. He would always retreat into his mind, through reading or just imagining other places he could be. Rhys couldn't pinpoint the first time the hypothetical actually turned into his soul leaving his body, but it was just another release. He'd been doing it for over ten years when he was discovered and finally taken away.
Rhys appeared asleep as the ship traveled through space, but he was really flying behind the ship. His Astral Projection was, anyway. He hated to admit it, because he hated everything the academy stood for, but he loved it. It was the best moment of his entire life. When they arrived Rhys reluctantly returned to his body, but he was in a much better mood. He almost forgot about why he was even there.
Rhys found that Astral Projection often made him feel faint, airy and far-away, almost as if part of his soul wasn't completely connected to his body yet. It caused him to sit alone, fading in and out of reality. The command to "REMAIN SEATED" drew him fully back to reality. The soldiers were a slap in the face to him. This was not some adventure. You're not better off here than in your apartment. This was real. The dracula woman's presence made him sit up straighter, be more alert. Over and over the term was repeated. Public dangers. Rhys was not a public danger. He never was. It was just insulting. Rhys rose from his seat rather suddenly and ended up knocking it to the ground, making an bang that dominated the room. His face flushed bright red and he considered just sitting down on the floor, but he resolved to move towards a group of people. He was going through an emotional roller coaster right now. He was never good with handling his emotions like that. Maybe other people could help stabilize him.
The 16 year old approached March and Cormac. "Hi," he began, still trying to get his face to return to its normal shade of red. "I'm Rhys. Treharne. Wish we were meeting under better circumstances..."