( If there is a glimmer of satisfaction directed toward a victory perceived as won, Kylo doesn't let it cross the threshold of himself. He certainly doesn't let it manifest in a physical way, not even by relaxing his shoulders or posture, following after her with a rod of steel sewn and stitched into his spine to keep him at full height. He doesn't reply to her, not trusting himself to avoid saying something scathing, but nods and begins removing layers of armor and fabric to roll up his sleeves as she pulls open the paneling to reveal the sinew and intestines of wiring beneath.
He is left standing in the main hold behind her, eyes skipping from one bit of circuitry to the next, in just the plain black of his flightsuit and boots. When she steps back, he tugs his leather gloves out of his pocket and begins pulling them back on in the interest of not electrocuting himself. Halfway decent mechanic often meant burnt fingertips and sparks and smoke corded through his hair. He hasn't done any of his own rewiring on a ship since before he was assigned to Hux and the Finalizer, but he's rather talented at splicing and is sure he can suss out the details of something less complex. The leather cushions his hands and makes the burns over his knuckles ignite in new discomfort, but he ignores it. )
What's the matter? ( He questions her without immediately turning around, leaning in further with the intention of fussing with one of the breakers as suggested. His fingers press into the framework of the ship and something makes a clicking sound, as if the ship itself is withdrawing from him. Kylo looks back over his shoulder at her and continues where he left off. ) Don't trust me with the life support?
( It's not meant to be taken seriously, at any rate. She's the mechanic, not him, and it's plainly obvious that he can acquiesce that point with minimal protest once he turns back around to bury his head and hands in the task at hand. Like most everything that he does, Kylo at least throws himself into the work with the dedication necessary to take it seriously. It's nice to have something to focus on other than the rolling current of conflict and free fall that he has been in for the last twenty-four hours. )
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He is left standing in the main hold behind her, eyes skipping from one bit of circuitry to the next, in just the plain black of his flightsuit and boots. When she steps back, he tugs his leather gloves out of his pocket and begins pulling them back on in the interest of not electrocuting himself. Halfway decent mechanic often meant burnt fingertips and sparks and smoke corded through his hair. He hasn't done any of his own rewiring on a ship since before he was assigned to Hux and the Finalizer, but he's rather talented at splicing and is sure he can suss out the details of something less complex. The leather cushions his hands and makes the burns over his knuckles ignite in new discomfort, but he ignores it. )
What's the matter? ( He questions her without immediately turning around, leaning in further with the intention of fussing with one of the breakers as suggested. His fingers press into the framework of the ship and something makes a clicking sound, as if the ship itself is withdrawing from him. Kylo looks back over his shoulder at her and continues where he left off. ) Don't trust me with the life support?
( It's not meant to be taken seriously, at any rate. She's the mechanic, not him, and it's plainly obvious that he can acquiesce that point with minimal protest once he turns back around to bury his head and hands in the task at hand. Like most everything that he does, Kylo at least throws himself into the work with the dedication necessary to take it seriously. It's nice to have something to focus on other than the rolling current of conflict and free fall that he has been in for the last twenty-four hours. )