[ If her incorrigible optimism hadn't already thrust straight past the threshold of intolerability, the fact that he begins to settle in and make himself at home on the ship worsens it. The light in her eyes brightens in a flash, excitement leading her away from the wall to stand in front of him at the doorway of his bunk.
Her hands press against the frame, leaning over somewhat even though sitting down really only brings him closer to her height. The frame creaks and sighs with the weight against it, like the whole ship does. Each sigh whispers history to her, helps her feel connected to Han Solo in ways that she can't anymore.
Truth be told, even if he were being serious, the comments would roll off her back: Rey has long since accepted that only a crazy person would try to stand against the First Order. It's the reason the Resistance encampments are always full of the eclectic and strong-willed. That she feels at home among them says nothing for her own sanity, but she's never felt particularly compelled to prize that. ]
So you think it'll work. [ She's choosing to interpret his comments that way, at least. Particularly in concert with the resigned way he crowds himself into the bunk. She won't get hung up on his sour attitude—can't, if they're to make any progress here, and Rey is far more desperate for that, for a victory that means the continued survival of the Resistance, than she is to salvage her pride. ]
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Her hands press against the frame, leaning over somewhat even though sitting down really only brings him closer to her height. The frame creaks and sighs with the weight against it, like the whole ship does. Each sigh whispers history to her, helps her feel connected to Han Solo in ways that she can't anymore.
Truth be told, even if he were being serious, the comments would roll off her back: Rey has long since accepted that only a crazy person would try to stand against the First Order. It's the reason the Resistance encampments are always full of the eclectic and strong-willed. That she feels at home among them says nothing for her own sanity, but she's never felt particularly compelled to prize that. ]
So you think it'll work. [ She's choosing to interpret his comments that way, at least. Particularly in concert with the resigned way he crowds himself into the bunk. She won't get hung up on his sour attitude—can't, if they're to make any progress here, and Rey is far more desperate for that, for a victory that means the continued survival of the Resistance, than she is to salvage her pride. ]