( There's some disturbance on her end of things that he can't rightfully determine, a flare of pain and irritation that doesn't line up to equate with anything dramatic or pressing. No anticipated amount of danger, then, not with that burst of annoyance from her end. Walking through the camp, Kylo furrows his brow, curiosity turned outward to color his expression to her reaction. It looks like he's scowling at the line the rolling ball - which is still emitting low whirring sounds as he advances after it - has left in the soft earth. He's fine with that mistake: two birds, one stone. )
What would a droid do with a lightsaber? ( Annoyed with her dogged and unrelenting attempts to get into his head, knowingly or otherwise, he neglects to answer her question directly on purpose, trailing after the droid as if the sphere is leading him and not the other way around. Kylo wonders if it even knows where it's going, since it keeps its eye, for want of a better term, trained specifically on him. ) Quit following me, droid.
( It occurs to him that talking to a robot is a pointless exercise but it seems a reasonable option all the same. The BB unit makes a low sound at him, almost a hoot, which Kylo takes as an insult. In return, far out of Rey's, the General's, Skywalker's, even Chewbacca's direct line of sight, Kylo makes a rude gesture back at the little spinning thing, which apparently it takes offense to as it skids to an immediate halt three feet in front of him and kicks more mud up at him, changing the angle to spray his face. It rolls off before Kylo has the chance to kick it; he's too proud to go chasing after it with the Force. )
I don't care who it belongs to. The next time I see it, I'm dismantling it. ( They both know that's a lie though not because he wouldn't do it if he had the opportunity. ) At any rate, yes, to answer your initial question, though I don't know how you're not already aware considering you spent the better part of an hour trying to eavesdrop.
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What would a droid do with a lightsaber? ( Annoyed with her dogged and unrelenting attempts to get into his head, knowingly or otherwise, he neglects to answer her question directly on purpose, trailing after the droid as if the sphere is leading him and not the other way around. Kylo wonders if it even knows where it's going, since it keeps its eye, for want of a better term, trained specifically on him. ) Quit following me, droid.
( It occurs to him that talking to a robot is a pointless exercise but it seems a reasonable option all the same. The BB unit makes a low sound at him, almost a hoot, which Kylo takes as an insult. In return, far out of Rey's, the General's, Skywalker's, even Chewbacca's direct line of sight, Kylo makes a rude gesture back at the little spinning thing, which apparently it takes offense to as it skids to an immediate halt three feet in front of him and kicks more mud up at him, changing the angle to spray his face. It rolls off before Kylo has the chance to kick it; he's too proud to go chasing after it with the Force. )
I don't care who it belongs to. The next time I see it, I'm dismantling it. ( They both know that's a lie though not because he wouldn't do it if he had the opportunity. ) At any rate, yes, to answer your initial question, though I don't know how you're not already aware considering you spent the better part of an hour trying to eavesdrop.