( He narrows his eyes at her, a slight tension creeping in around the corners there, the same expression appearing at the corners of his mouth and bleeding down into the tight line that his shoulders perpetually find themselves gathered in, making the severity of it undoubtedly even more tense. Arms held down at his sides, his hands curl easily, naturally, into fists, and Kylo makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a grunt. Because what she's implying is not that he might be worried, but that he might be afraid, and given the history that particular topic of discourse has had between them in the past, he's eager to prove how incorrect that assumption she had made is these days - never mind that it had been right, never mind that she had pulled it out of his head as easily as selecting a holo to watch before bed, never mind that they have both done and seen things in the last few days that should prove such a statement void. )

You weigh ninety pounds soaking wet. ( Not strictly meant as an insult but admittedly spoken like one, his penchant for undercutting and sniping in the face of adversary being what it is. A childish remark for a childish perception of inferiority. He isn't afraid. He also doesn't weigh three hundred pounds on his own. ) If you've hauled twice that in junk before, I assume there won't be an issue. ( Even so, regardless of how mired in one another's thoughts they've managed to become, to say nothing of how they've needed and continue to need to cooperate, he won't be going first just in case Rey decides she would prefer him as a stain on the canyon floor.

He takes a step forward and bows, one arm held toward her. ) Ladies first.


( ooc: it has definitely killed a lot of my creative drive the last month, that's for sure. Weirdly I think when school starts again my brain will jump start as that routine does list toward normal. But thank you for being patient all the same. You are honestly great. ♥