( Kylo doesn't miss the stab of allegation that rumbles from the Wookie's chest and spikes something low and hot and painful in the pit of his stomach, fanning out like wildfire underneath the shadow of the bowcaster injury that he had taken to the flank, rapidly turning to a twisted mound of scar tissue under the pale, freckled skin still shiny and red with remembered agony. He has no ground to stand on, literally and figuratively, so rather than risking both Chewbacca and Rey ganging up on him in a skirmish that would likely end with the cockpit blown clean off the Falcon's nose, he keeps his mouth shut for once and sits down in the passenger chair directly behind Rey. He thinks that he might be faster than Rey should she take it upon herself to turn on him and keeping Chewbacca at a careful distance more or less seems par for the course, as does keeping one eye on him at all times.

Her flying gets his blood pumping and his adrenaline up, as much as it makes his stomach flop over and his intestines crawl into his throat. He's pleased that Hux has not followed them as much as he is disappointed and disturbed at the fact. For as much as he would like a chance to wipe any vestiges of smug smiles and the arrogant weight in the general's gaze as it scans space beyond the viewport of the Finalizer's bridge as his pilots attempt to shoot them down from retreat, he can't deny that it's beneficial for the Resurgent-class destroyer to be lagging behind. Of course, it also opens up the possibility that Hux has not been discharged by Snoke's order to pursue as he pleases, which opens up another myriad of avenues of potential problems for them to encounter further down the road.

It also opens up the possibility that some of his Knights have already been dispatched following his capture and betrayal on Corellia, that they are spinning into a trap the harder Rey pushes them into Roche space, but that possibility does not sit well with him, knowing that neither he nor his Knights have time or inclination for aerial dogfights or other branches of First Order business unless their goals directly coincide. His capture, Rey's capture, they coincide with the Knights' ambitions well enough, but not enough to be part of the envoy that tails them now. More than that, none of the Knights would cram themselves into TIE fighters when better shuttles are available for their use.

By this estimation, Kylo allows his fingers to slacken somewhat where he curls them into the seat of the chair he tries not to get thrown out of. Rey sends the ship into a roll as Chewbacca barks at him out of the corner of his mouth, and Kylo tries not to look too taken aback at being addressed a second time by a creature he knows operates with the implicit understanding that Kylo Ren is a grain of sand who should be crushed under the weight of all that he has done and Chewbacca's grief and anger alone. Not for the first time and he knows not for the last, Kylo is reminded of the shot that tore straight through skin and muscle and burned a hole that oozed dark red blood into the snow.

It was a wide shot. )

Exactly none of us have to be dead in order for us to be grateful in the first place. ( His tone makes no guarantees, and he knows that he shouldn't bait her when she's sweating buckets over the controls. From this vantage point, Kylo can see the way her hair sticks to the back of her neck in wisps that coil like loaded springs. Perspiration soaks through the upper-middle of her tunic despite the chill of space, and he makes an active point to divert his attention out the front of the viewport and casts his senses out into the bleak maw of Roche space. Bigger asteroids begin blotting out the stars, the glowing yellow sun, Roche itself, obscured. A sharp pull tugs his attention to the starboard side, and he opens his mouth before he actively realizes what he's doing. ) One - no, two, coming up starboard.