[ Her teeth grind and she wheels as he moves past her and deeper into the ship, away from where Chewie lingers in the cockpit. She can already imagine the low hum of embittered frustration that must be building beneath the wookiee's fur, and she doesn't blame him for it in the slightest. Having Kylo sweeping around like he owns the place is beginning to raise her hackles as well. ]
And don't touch anything. Do you even know your way around a ship's mechanics? [ The thinly veiled implication, of course, is that he merely sloughed that work off onto others to complete while he stomped around intimidatingly and failed to interrogate prisoners. Mostly, she doesn't like the idea of him having the chance to interfere with her memory of Han Solo, even if it is a relic that belongs in a museum by now.
He had pushed away everything in his life that Rey had spent years longing for even a glimmer of; she didn't want to watch him tread all over what he had cast aside now. Han Solo was the closest she'd had to a father, and the Falcon was all she had left of him. Kylo Ren had chosen to abjure the love of his father, his inheritance, and now he arrived back to insult it further after she had chosen to welcome him aboard it to save his life. ]
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[ Her teeth grind and she wheels as he moves past her and deeper into the ship, away from where Chewie lingers in the cockpit. She can already imagine the low hum of embittered frustration that must be building beneath the wookiee's fur, and she doesn't blame him for it in the slightest. Having Kylo sweeping around like he owns the place is beginning to raise her hackles as well. ]
And don't touch anything. Do you even know your way around a ship's mechanics? [ The thinly veiled implication, of course, is that he merely sloughed that work off onto others to complete while he stomped around intimidatingly and failed to interrogate prisoners. Mostly, she doesn't like the idea of him having the chance to interfere with her memory of Han Solo, even if it is a relic that belongs in a museum by now.
He had pushed away everything in his life that Rey had spent years longing for even a glimmer of; she didn't want to watch him tread all over what he had cast aside now. Han Solo was the closest she'd had to a father, and the Falcon was all she had left of him. Kylo Ren had chosen to abjure the love of his father, his inheritance, and now he arrived back to insult it further after she had chosen to welcome him aboard it to save his life. ]