[ She tries not to be affronted by his implication that the Falcon was somehow plagued by space-rats lurking in the systems and hitching a ride to chew through the wires. At this point, she doesn't need to let accidental remarks offend her—he'll happily do it deliberately, it seems, so she begrudgingly rolls it off her shoulders with a shrug, letting go of the sealed wire casing and looking down at the similarly dried and cracking insulation that is left on her fingers. She picks it off and flicks it to the ground like a child might dried mud. ]
Within the day. [ In any angle, Kylo Ren manages to loom and menace, and it does her no favors to remain crouched below him: there's simply a lot of him to take up space. Straightening, she closes this panel up at least, which takes a thump of her fist against one corner, then slips out of the narrow quarters to spare them one another's proximity.
Except now, standing at full height, she must look him in the eye or deliberately avoid his gaze by staring flatly at his chest, and looking him in the eye puts on her the distinct social pressure to, absurdly, thank him for repairing what he broke. Or worse, apologize for the perfectly reasonable concern that he'd knocked Chewie out, put him in a closet somewhere, and absconded with the Falcon.
The perplexity of trying to sift out an appropriate reaction to the silence that stretches leaves her wishing she could simply knock Kylo Ren out and lock him in a closet until she was prepared to decide how to deal with him.
Instead, she breezes past him to examine the allegedly warped panel that he'd ruptured to begin with, examining the loosened lip around the edge and coming to her own independent assessment that, as he'd said, it wasn't going to fit back into place. Junk. The real kind, not the kind that people cast aside without considering if it could be repurposed. She'd need to find a new sheet to cover it at some point, but for now, Kylo was (unfortunately) right: it was harmless to go without. ]
Maybe you'd like to sleep in the meantime. It might improve your mood by the time she gets here, since you apparently stayed up all night trying to fix what you broke. [ Conversational, the rejoinder comes without Rey even looking back at him, still assessing the curve of the metal before she drops it aside and leans it up against the wall. ] It'll take more than one night to fix that.
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Within the day. [ In any angle, Kylo Ren manages to loom and menace, and it does her no favors to remain crouched below him: there's simply a lot of him to take up space. Straightening, she closes this panel up at least, which takes a thump of her fist against one corner, then slips out of the narrow quarters to spare them one another's proximity.
Except now, standing at full height, she must look him in the eye or deliberately avoid his gaze by staring flatly at his chest, and looking him in the eye puts on her the distinct social pressure to, absurdly, thank him for repairing what he broke. Or worse, apologize for the perfectly reasonable concern that he'd knocked Chewie out, put him in a closet somewhere, and absconded with the Falcon.
The perplexity of trying to sift out an appropriate reaction to the silence that stretches leaves her wishing she could simply knock Kylo Ren out and lock him in a closet until she was prepared to decide how to deal with him.
Instead, she breezes past him to examine the allegedly warped panel that he'd ruptured to begin with, examining the loosened lip around the edge and coming to her own independent assessment that, as he'd said, it wasn't going to fit back into place. Junk. The real kind, not the kind that people cast aside without considering if it could be repurposed. She'd need to find a new sheet to cover it at some point, but for now, Kylo was (unfortunately) right: it was harmless to go without. ]
Maybe you'd like to sleep in the meantime. It might improve your mood by the time she gets here, since you apparently stayed up all night trying to fix what you broke. [ Conversational, the rejoinder comes without Rey even looking back at him, still assessing the curve of the metal before she drops it aside and leans it up against the wall. ] It'll take more than one night to fix that.