[ The wall she meets lasts through her journey from Organa's war council to the Millennium Falcon, where she prompts Poe to prime the engines so she can do final inspection with Chewie. It's an incessant nagging at the edge of her perception, a distraction as she continues to push her way in without avail.
When he finally opens the floodgates, she spills into his mind like water from a broken dam. The sudden access startles her, dropping her out of the ceiling panel she'd been crawling about in to check a fuel line. She lands hard on the metal floor of the central loop in the Falcon's cabin, and she groans, squeezing her eyes shut as she listens to his scolding. ]
He's not my droid.
[ But of course Kylo would believe BB-8 was. She doesn't need to guess which one he means, and it gives her an opportunity to not address the insistence of her nosiness. Rolling onto her side, she pushes her way back onto her feet and gives the ceiling panel a sour look as if it were the roof's fault that she'd tumbled. ]
Maybe he wants your lightsaber. Did you get it back?
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When he finally opens the floodgates, she spills into his mind like water from a broken dam. The sudden access startles her, dropping her out of the ceiling panel she'd been crawling about in to check a fuel line. She lands hard on the metal floor of the central loop in the Falcon's cabin, and she groans, squeezing her eyes shut as she listens to his scolding. ]
He's not my droid.
[ But of course Kylo would believe BB-8 was. She doesn't need to guess which one he means, and it gives her an opportunity to not address the insistence of her nosiness. Rolling onto her side, she pushes her way back onto her feet and gives the ceiling panel a sour look as if it were the roof's fault that she'd tumbled. ]
Maybe he wants your lightsaber. Did you get it back?