[ The way he orders her to drop the tool only makes her bristle and want to keep it up more. Unfortunately, he also makes a good point. Rey reluctantly lowers the thin metal tool and props it over her knee while she leans back, a sour expression on her face barely muting a roll of her eyes, and gives Kylo a better look of the inside of the panel. He reaches past her, and she bristles in proportionate response with how close he gets, a sneer worked up by the time she can feel his body heat while he holds the troublesome wires up between them.
Only with extreme effort does she suppress her reluctance to cooperate and put it in check, prioritizing the Falcon and seeing it fly again. Redirecting her attention to the cluster of wires, she plucks it from Kylo's hand and squints at it, pulling the threads apart from the metal bracketing to see how it's joined. Then, she reaches into the toolkit in front of her with one hand. ]
No wonder. These things don't come with spare parts, you know. You can't just leave out an O-ring and expect it to insulate properly. [ The spanner goes between her teeth in a blessed moment of silence, keeping her from further chastising his understanding of the ship's mechanics. She threads the wires out of the metal brackets diligently and places an extra silicone plate between them, padding another thin sheet of metal. Then she threads them back through for a more secure fit, twining the frayed edges of the wires.
Holding onto the wires with one hand, she eases the hydrospanner back into her bag and rifles around until she produces a thin tube of sealant, which she squeezes over the wires until a thick gel sludge comes out and coats the exposed edges. She passes the tube over to Kylo and smears the black goo with her bare hands and holds the wires steady until it begins to crisp over and dry, insulating them to prevent further combustion the next time Kylo Ren loses his temper. ]
You replaced all the wiring that leads to the panel you blew out? [ She assumes as much, given that he'd made it this far, but it seems like a wise thing to check before relying on the repairs in deep space. ]
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Only with extreme effort does she suppress her reluctance to cooperate and put it in check, prioritizing the Falcon and seeing it fly again. Redirecting her attention to the cluster of wires, she plucks it from Kylo's hand and squints at it, pulling the threads apart from the metal bracketing to see how it's joined. Then, she reaches into the toolkit in front of her with one hand. ]
No wonder. These things don't come with spare parts, you know. You can't just leave out an O-ring and expect it to insulate properly. [ The spanner goes between her teeth in a blessed moment of silence, keeping her from further chastising his understanding of the ship's mechanics. She threads the wires out of the metal brackets diligently and places an extra silicone plate between them, padding another thin sheet of metal. Then she threads them back through for a more secure fit, twining the frayed edges of the wires.
Holding onto the wires with one hand, she eases the hydrospanner back into her bag and rifles around until she produces a thin tube of sealant, which she squeezes over the wires until a thick gel sludge comes out and coats the exposed edges. She passes the tube over to Kylo and smears the black goo with her bare hands and holds the wires steady until it begins to crisp over and dry, insulating them to prevent further combustion the next time Kylo Ren loses his temper. ]
You replaced all the wiring that leads to the panel you blew out? [ She assumes as much, given that he'd made it this far, but it seems like a wise thing to check before relying on the repairs in deep space. ]