( She stops him cold before he can get very far away from the hold, standing in front of him as if she were a rock that he would have to part around or erode away over time. Kylo draws himself up short - or tall, whichever - caught on the tail end of a glower that smacks of his lingering frustration and some smattering perception of the wheels that turn Rey's thoughts and mind as well. Operating under the personal assumption that he's doing her a courtesy, Kylo closes his thoughts off to her, never mind that he will have to open them again following her question and never mind that he is achingly interested in her conversation with the Queen Mother. As interested as he is, though, Kylo is equally uninterested in exploring the inevitable consequences that would arise should he go poking around in her head for clues when he hasn't been invited. Also, he's supposed to be annoyed with her; it wouldn't do much for his case if he went sniffing around her thoughts when he's supposed to be slamming a door in her face.
Rey's answer pleases him in a way that he can't rightfully name, though, somehow glad that she's not been so enraptured by the glittering and gilded city and its people to have lost herself and her sense of purpose in the wake of their beauty and the haphazard, quasi-hand of diplomacy they had offered upon landing. Not that he had thought for a moment that she might falter in her own sturdy steps due to anything the Queen Mother might have told her, but it's reassuring in its own way to realize the nature of their visit won't end in futility all the same, that the grease slicked into his hair and the new burn running the length of one finger won't amount to pointless acquisitions for whatever reason.
More than anything, Kylo agrees with her, and like Rey's presented reassurances here in the hold following her trip back into the palace, he finds relief in knowing that he is not the only one to harbor feelings of misgiving toward their illustrious and beautiful benefactors, never mind the aid they are providing in letting them dock in the capital city. It's an intuition that he assumes will persist even when Organa makes her way to the Cluster and has her own meeting with the Queen Mother, and for as much as he would actually enjoy watching that exchange, he hopes they won't have to stick around for yet another reunion.
It's a line of consideration that has him crossing his own arms, so that when Rey lobs a question in his direction, his shoulders are tight underneath the damp fabric of his flight suit and the gloves are bunched up into a firm fist. The goggles are still on the crown of his head, giving her unrestricted access to the full bloom of his expression as it shifts the set of his face from one of stony, poorly restrained sourness, bordering on infantile irritation, growing more and more put out the longer he has to stand trapped in the cramped corridor until it transfers into something tinged at the edge with a little bit of something like surprise. He shouldn't still be caught off guard by the fact that she would ask for his opinion - she's done it enough in the last thirty-six hours - but it still manages to stand out in some way every time it happens. He wonders when the novelty will wear off and answers her honestly. )
I haven't sensed anything. ( Those tall walls he had built moments prior as a courtesy done for the both of them come down, and Kylo presents himself plain so that she's aware of the fact that he isn't lying. Threaded through the honest bargain of his plain speech are the brighter colors of latent fear and paranoia, a pressing survival instinct that lines their motives up suitably, and an untwisted and truthful desperation to keep his escape as something that exists in the present rather than the past tense. He might not be entirely for the Resistance, not by a long shot, but what he says to her is said with the intention of sparing them all. ) It would be a difficult thing for even a Knight to penetrate something so private and well-guarded as the Hapes Cluster without detection and subsequent destruction, and Hapans, as you've no doubt seen firsthand by now, are a selective and secretive people who don't take well to uninvited outsiders. It's unlikely that the First Order will attempt to breach even the Rim Worlds, given the sheer power and size of the Hapan Navy, but... ( He trails off, looking over Rey's head at the adjacent wall, thinking. ) I'm not particularly interested in taking the risk. I think that the sooner we're off the planet, the better it is for us and, ultimately, for the Resistance.
( As soon as the word we comes out of his mouth, Kylo realizes that he has been lumping himself into a category with her almost from the beginning. She could kick him off the ship, could stick him in a shuttle and tell him to fend for himself, and he couldn't, in all logical likelihood, blame her for it. But she hasn't, and he knows now that she won't. Their wires have become too knotted to risk the time it would take to untangle them. Rey assumed responsibility for him on Corellia when she offered him her hand, and she has yet to retract the offer and stop assuming it. His arms tighten in on themselves, and Kylo wedges himself closer to the doorway, looking down at her. )
I'm going to tell you something, and I'm going to ask you to try very hard not to get immediately angry about it. There's a reason for it. ( In his opinion of her, that's asking a lot. It's probably something that he should have told her a long time ago, certainly before boarding the Falcon, but he's been using it to his advantage for so long that it hasn't crossed his mind until now. Kylo doesn't wait for her to respond, just plunges right in, speaking as if he's explaining something to a toddler. ) There is a position sensor installed in my belt, to broadcast my location in the event that the Supreme Leader or Hux need to locate me and I'm not within range of a comm transmission. I spliced into it a long time ago, before you get all up in arms about it, after I realized that it existed at all on Starkiller. The frequency has been scrambled since before you and I clashed on Corellia, so there's no need to operate under the immediate assumption that I've been drawing the Order or the Knights after us the whole time, though you're welcome to check and assuage your own suspicion if you want. It's in the main hold with the rest of my things. ( He straightens up further, until his back bangs into the door frame. ) We could use it. Broadcast a signal from coordinates far from Hapes or use it to draw the Knights away from a location in the likely event that they turn up.
( He doesn't think that Snoke is aware that Kylo knows about the tracker, despite the fact that it's been on his individual person long enough that he should have rightfully known about it long before the pieces all slid into place. Kylo is more confident in his capabilities as a splicer, given how he has managed to cloak himself in this way in the past, and while Rey might not be pleased to hear of its existence now, he sees it as a potential advantage when their backs are ultimately up against the wall. )
yes. good. i mean no. don't. stop. think of the children
Rey's answer pleases him in a way that he can't rightfully name, though, somehow glad that she's not been so enraptured by the glittering and gilded city and its people to have lost herself and her sense of purpose in the wake of their beauty and the haphazard, quasi-hand of diplomacy they had offered upon landing. Not that he had thought for a moment that she might falter in her own sturdy steps due to anything the Queen Mother might have told her, but it's reassuring in its own way to realize the nature of their visit won't end in futility all the same, that the grease slicked into his hair and the new burn running the length of one finger won't amount to pointless acquisitions for whatever reason.
More than anything, Kylo agrees with her, and like Rey's presented reassurances here in the hold following her trip back into the palace, he finds relief in knowing that he is not the only one to harbor feelings of misgiving toward their illustrious and beautiful benefactors, never mind the aid they are providing in letting them dock in the capital city. It's an intuition that he assumes will persist even when Organa makes her way to the Cluster and has her own meeting with the Queen Mother, and for as much as he would actually enjoy watching that exchange, he hopes they won't have to stick around for yet another reunion.
It's a line of consideration that has him crossing his own arms, so that when Rey lobs a question in his direction, his shoulders are tight underneath the damp fabric of his flight suit and the gloves are bunched up into a firm fist. The goggles are still on the crown of his head, giving her unrestricted access to the full bloom of his expression as it shifts the set of his face from one of stony, poorly restrained sourness, bordering on infantile irritation, growing more and more put out the longer he has to stand trapped in the cramped corridor until it transfers into something tinged at the edge with a little bit of something like surprise. He shouldn't still be caught off guard by the fact that she would ask for his opinion - she's done it enough in the last thirty-six hours - but it still manages to stand out in some way every time it happens. He wonders when the novelty will wear off and answers her honestly. )
I haven't sensed anything. ( Those tall walls he had built moments prior as a courtesy done for the both of them come down, and Kylo presents himself plain so that she's aware of the fact that he isn't lying. Threaded through the honest bargain of his plain speech are the brighter colors of latent fear and paranoia, a pressing survival instinct that lines their motives up suitably, and an untwisted and truthful desperation to keep his escape as something that exists in the present rather than the past tense. He might not be entirely for the Resistance, not by a long shot, but what he says to her is said with the intention of sparing them all. ) It would be a difficult thing for even a Knight to penetrate something so private and well-guarded as the Hapes Cluster without detection and subsequent destruction, and Hapans, as you've no doubt seen firsthand by now, are a selective and secretive people who don't take well to uninvited outsiders. It's unlikely that the First Order will attempt to breach even the Rim Worlds, given the sheer power and size of the Hapan Navy, but... ( He trails off, looking over Rey's head at the adjacent wall, thinking. ) I'm not particularly interested in taking the risk. I think that the sooner we're off the planet, the better it is for us and, ultimately, for the Resistance.
( As soon as the word we comes out of his mouth, Kylo realizes that he has been lumping himself into a category with her almost from the beginning. She could kick him off the ship, could stick him in a shuttle and tell him to fend for himself, and he couldn't, in all logical likelihood, blame her for it. But she hasn't, and he knows now that she won't. Their wires have become too knotted to risk the time it would take to untangle them. Rey assumed responsibility for him on Corellia when she offered him her hand, and she has yet to retract the offer and stop assuming it. His arms tighten in on themselves, and Kylo wedges himself closer to the doorway, looking down at her. )
I'm going to tell you something, and I'm going to ask you to try very hard not to get immediately angry about it. There's a reason for it. ( In his opinion of her, that's asking a lot. It's probably something that he should have told her a long time ago, certainly before boarding the Falcon, but he's been using it to his advantage for so long that it hasn't crossed his mind until now. Kylo doesn't wait for her to respond, just plunges right in, speaking as if he's explaining something to a toddler. ) There is a position sensor installed in my belt, to broadcast my location in the event that the Supreme Leader or Hux need to locate me and I'm not within range of a comm transmission. I spliced into it a long time ago, before you get all up in arms about it, after I realized that it existed at all on Starkiller. The frequency has been scrambled since before you and I clashed on Corellia, so there's no need to operate under the immediate assumption that I've been drawing the Order or the Knights after us the whole time, though you're welcome to check and assuage your own suspicion if you want. It's in the main hold with the rest of my things. ( He straightens up further, until his back bangs into the door frame. ) We could use it. Broadcast a signal from coordinates far from Hapes or use it to draw the Knights away from a location in the likely event that they turn up.
( He doesn't think that Snoke is aware that Kylo knows about the tracker, despite the fact that it's been on his individual person long enough that he should have rightfully known about it long before the pieces all slid into place. Kylo is more confident in his capabilities as a splicer, given how he has managed to cloak himself in this way in the past, and while Rey might not be pleased to hear of its existence now, he sees it as a potential advantage when their backs are ultimately up against the wall. )