( While he doesn't go looking through her thoughts as if flipping through a rare flimsi suddenly available to him now that she's asleep, Kylo senses her unease long before he sees her. In the long hours that stretch into daylight, punctured by thoughts that stray so far into the bleak darkness of memory and fantasy that he can't adequately tell the difference between the two, much the same way in which he can't adequately tell the difference between what Rey lets bleed through her subconscious and what ekes out of his own deep well of nightmare fodder now that his brain is tasked with the responsibility of fine tuning his senses in multiple directions. He feels the swollen rise of her own panic like he's experiencing it through frequency static, through many layers of heavy linen, underwater, her own misgivings and fear at the prospect of his and Chewbacca's absence catching him in the sudden burst of her undertow, and Kylo looks up from what he's doing with the heating and cooling system with a stab of indignation digging into him under his ribs.
He doesn't catch her presence in the Force fast enough to reply to her that way - or maybe he does and just can't be bothered, given this perception of her staunch faith in his inevitable and realized betrayal and the way that it smarts unexpectedly, leaving him with the casual inquiry of why? pointing in a handful of different directions - but he is there to greet her when she comes up the ramp at half-tilt, looking for all the world like she's had the galaxy's most restless sleep, the stale sheen of sweat washing her face with oil and grease despite the fact that her hair looks clean and hits him square in the face with the scent of something light and floral, a direct contrast of what he's been associating with her since Corellia. It makes his nose wrinkle, face poised in a perpetual scowl. )
Knee-deep in shield repairs.
( There's an audience behind her, all of them looking sideways at him, an undercurrent of venom lacing the sets of their shoulders. If possible, Kylo looks even more displeased at their presence, though he does well to hide it, working at the build up of grime on his hands with a filthy rag. For a moment he stares at her, as if he might say something, and then simply turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the ramp open for her to clear, Chewbacca calling out at her, his voice closer than where he needs to be in order to set the shields back to proper working order at the note of distress in Rey's tone. Kylo, for his part, heads back to the stretch of the ship where he's been working, trailing a bad mood like black vapor in his wake. )
/ejects them into space
He doesn't catch her presence in the Force fast enough to reply to her that way - or maybe he does and just can't be bothered, given this perception of her staunch faith in his inevitable and realized betrayal and the way that it smarts unexpectedly, leaving him with the casual inquiry of why? pointing in a handful of different directions - but he is there to greet her when she comes up the ramp at half-tilt, looking for all the world like she's had the galaxy's most restless sleep, the stale sheen of sweat washing her face with oil and grease despite the fact that her hair looks clean and hits him square in the face with the scent of something light and floral, a direct contrast of what he's been associating with her since Corellia. It makes his nose wrinkle, face poised in a perpetual scowl. )
Knee-deep in shield repairs.
( There's an audience behind her, all of them looking sideways at him, an undercurrent of venom lacing the sets of their shoulders. If possible, Kylo looks even more displeased at their presence, though he does well to hide it, working at the build up of grime on his hands with a filthy rag. For a moment he stares at her, as if he might say something, and then simply turns on his heel and walks away, leaving the ramp open for her to clear, Chewbacca calling out at her, his voice closer than where he needs to be in order to set the shields back to proper working order at the note of distress in Rey's tone. Kylo, for his part, heads back to the stretch of the ship where he's been working, trailing a bad mood like black vapor in his wake. )