( He can accept her statement for what it is and still dislike it for its existence all the same, which he does, with bells on. Although he doesn't necessarily project concrete thoughts with words attached toward her, he lets the sour taste of his foul mood flood her perceptions as a method of childish retaliation, brought on by exhaustion and the tasks she has assigned to him. The longer he sits on the floor, the more uncomfortable he grows, and the more uncomfortable he grows, the surlier he becomes.
He knows that he could actually stand and act like an actual human being in approaching the cockpit or at least stop attempting to avoid the Wookie, but both of those thoughts are about as appealing as coupling with a rancor, so Kylo neglects to entertain them for long. )
Fine. ( He answers her regardless of the internal, mild tantrum that he is projecting toward her, annoyed with her and with Chewbacca and with himself and with Snoke and anyone else whose name pops into his head. The thought of navigating through Roche and being one step closer to their destination tempers the flare of irritation, though, so he tries to focus on that in an effort to be more useful to her in the interest of not distracting her with his persisting foul mood so that she doesn't crash them into an asteroid. ) What's the estimated time remaining between Roche and Hapes?
( Kylo unfolds himself from the floor and stands, bones and muscles popping as he does. Deliberate steps carry him from the corner of the room he has holed up in over to the curved sofa, which is just as stiff and uncomfortable as he remembers it being from childhood. When he sits on it, it does little to buffer the trembling of the ship around him, and he listens and casts his senses out for the moment that Rey kills the hyperdrive and drops them into manual control. Moving this quickly, he can't be of as much use as he would like to be in feeling out First Order lackeys or Knights through the Force, and even though Rey hasn't indicated that searching for them is something he should be doing, Kylo gets the impression all the same. He can't fix the ship or stand to be in the cockpit long enough to attempt to fly it, but he can alert them if something is about to get the drop on them.
Even if he can't pinpoint a specific location or trace signature when they're crossing so much space in such a compressed amount of time, Kylo tries to listen to his own intuitions and tap into his own perceptions of the Force as they hurtle through hyperspace. The prevalence of a bad feeling is hard to rely on as a substantial intuition, though, as he hasn't stopped having a bad feeling about the state of things since he was five. )
drinking my miller light and eating my corn dogs
He knows that he could actually stand and act like an actual human being in approaching the cockpit or at least stop attempting to avoid the Wookie, but both of those thoughts are about as appealing as coupling with a rancor, so Kylo neglects to entertain them for long. )
Fine. ( He answers her regardless of the internal, mild tantrum that he is projecting toward her, annoyed with her and with Chewbacca and with himself and with Snoke and anyone else whose name pops into his head. The thought of navigating through Roche and being one step closer to their destination tempers the flare of irritation, though, so he tries to focus on that in an effort to be more useful to her in the interest of not distracting her with his persisting foul mood so that she doesn't crash them into an asteroid. ) What's the estimated time remaining between Roche and Hapes?
( Kylo unfolds himself from the floor and stands, bones and muscles popping as he does. Deliberate steps carry him from the corner of the room he has holed up in over to the curved sofa, which is just as stiff and uncomfortable as he remembers it being from childhood. When he sits on it, it does little to buffer the trembling of the ship around him, and he listens and casts his senses out for the moment that Rey kills the hyperdrive and drops them into manual control. Moving this quickly, he can't be of as much use as he would like to be in feeling out First Order lackeys or Knights through the Force, and even though Rey hasn't indicated that searching for them is something he should be doing, Kylo gets the impression all the same. He can't fix the ship or stand to be in the cockpit long enough to attempt to fly it, but he can alert them if something is about to get the drop on them.
Even if he can't pinpoint a specific location or trace signature when they're crossing so much space in such a compressed amount of time, Kylo tries to listen to his own intuitions and tap into his own perceptions of the Force as they hurtle through hyperspace. The prevalence of a bad feeling is hard to rely on as a substantial intuition, though, as he hasn't stopped having a bad feeling about the state of things since he was five. )