( The shifting ground between them slides back into place, so to speak, reestablishing familiar territory, the tectonic plates of their association with one another grinding up against each other in an effort to upset the relative order and cohabitation - if it could be called that - so that small, rupturing earthquakes can rock the foundation that they may have begun forging. Calling that the established order might be a paradox were they anyone else other than themselves, but in the turmoil and disturbance that they create in clashing with one another, Kylo finds himself able to breathe somewhat easier. There is release in anger, and there is comfort found in scowling at her, even when the dull clang of her head colliding with something metallic is ringing in his ears, the sharp burst and fade of sudden pain opening up across his own skull a testament to how tentative their own control over their own persons actually is.

Rey looks up at him with eyes that tell a similar story, the pool of her gaze brimming with disdain and threatening to bubble over. Not in tears but in the burn of rage that he can easily associate with. Another time, another place, he might have encouraged it, stoked and blew it to life, but now Rey doesn't rise to the occasion, even though he gets the impression that she wants to, based on the set of her shoulders and the way she brandishes the hydrospanner at him, like a knife. It's there one moment and then it's gone the next, falling like a meteor out of orbit, and Kylo is left to either salvage what's left of the fight that could evaporate or explode. The cockpit has calmed him somewhat, though, enough that the metal under his feet doesn't actually shift and the walls don't threaten to come apart, enough that he can get a lid on his own temper when she looks up at him not with hatred, exactly, but with something else that he can't necessarily name, never mind that he's felt something similar trace its way across his own face. )

You told me not to walk away. ( Kylo points it out as if it's the most obvious thing in the universe, although they both know it's bantha fodder. He might have heard her shouting after him but there's a perfectly good chance that he would have ignored her even if she'd shouted it right in his face. He tries again. ) In the interest of not wasting your own time and getting us off this rock as soon as possible, I'll show you where I left off with the heating unit. ( Not exactly a peace offering but he's still not interested in damaging the ship beyond repair and dashing their chances at leaving the planet because he and Rey continue to spat. ) Put the hydrospanner down. I'm coming in there.

( And back into the room he steps, squatting down as far away from her as he can possibly get, far enough away that he can point or nod without having to touch her, but close enough that his knees are in danger of brushing against her. He adjusts himself to make this less likely, and in the process settles himself into a corner that houses cool metal, pressing through the thin material of his flight suit to cool his overheated skin and calm the flow of perspiration that congeals across his skin. Kylo wipes the back of his neck with bare hands and stares at her out of eyes that still brim fire and brimstone but carry the weight of exhaustion deep in the pits of them. Walking himself forward on the balls of his feet, he reaches into the heating unit and pinches something, holding it out so her mechanically inclined brain might clamp onto the concept. )

I'm trying. ( It very obviously refers to more than just the ship and the heating unit. He doesn't look at her but nods at the gathered intestines of wires and metal brackets. ) This bit keeps coming loose.