[ The sudden snap of the bulkhead dazes her as much as him, the sudden split of metal through her skull stopping her mid-stride with a keening noise that rings in her ears as she heads towards the edge of the hangar where the shuttle approaches from the edge of atmo. The can taste cooper in the back of her mouth, though she's not sure which of them bit down with the sudden shock fast enough to actually injure themselves, and she presses her tongue to the inside of her cheek to search out the wound in annoyance a moment later.
Kylo Ren's discomfort with his mother's arrival comes as no surprise, and it makes it too easy for Rey to dismiss it—and with it, her own, for she accepts implicitly that it is a result of the bleed of his mind into hers.
Her eyes, though, remain fixed on the fanfare of the Resistance fighters in the hangar who cheer and continue their victory celebration, several pilots clapping one another into hugs and rejoicing not that they had maneuvered past the First Order-riddled Corellian space in the wake of the fight, but that their fearless leader had. Joy which should be contagious barely makes a dent in the barrier surrounding Rey, a gloomy shroud of Kylo Ren's fear and unease. ]
Good morning. [ She advances, squinting up through the sunlight to peer out of the hangar and grin against the approach. ] Your mother's arriving. Believe me, you're the only one among us who considers that to be so stridently dread-inducing. [ But she slows, nearing the back of the group of Resistance fighters, and takes notice of the Hapans' comparable reserve towards Leia's approach. Turning her head, she notices it's not just some, but all of the Hapans who appear to hold stiff reservations moving too far forward to greet her.
The observation sticks in her teeth like gristle, stymieing her ability to celebrate the arrival and joining with her own ill sentiments towards the arrival as well as Kylo Ren's ominous promise of something. A more experienced Jedi would recognize it immediately as a disturbance in the Force, but then, Rey hasn't been granted the usual training process for Jedi, particularly not when reaching that conclusion would require her to look past the smiling veneer of lying faces around her. ]
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Kylo Ren's discomfort with his mother's arrival comes as no surprise, and it makes it too easy for Rey to dismiss it—and with it, her own, for she accepts implicitly that it is a result of the bleed of his mind into hers.
Her eyes, though, remain fixed on the fanfare of the Resistance fighters in the hangar who cheer and continue their victory celebration, several pilots clapping one another into hugs and rejoicing not that they had maneuvered past the First Order-riddled Corellian space in the wake of the fight, but that their fearless leader had. Joy which should be contagious barely makes a dent in the barrier surrounding Rey, a gloomy shroud of Kylo Ren's fear and unease. ]
Good morning. [ She advances, squinting up through the sunlight to peer out of the hangar and grin against the approach. ] Your mother's arriving. Believe me, you're the only one among us who considers that to be so stridently dread-inducing. [ But she slows, nearing the back of the group of Resistance fighters, and takes notice of the Hapans' comparable reserve towards Leia's approach. Turning her head, she notices it's not just some, but all of the Hapans who appear to hold stiff reservations moving too far forward to greet her.
The observation sticks in her teeth like gristle, stymieing her ability to celebrate the arrival and joining with her own ill sentiments towards the arrival as well as Kylo Ren's ominous promise of something. A more experienced Jedi would recognize it immediately as a disturbance in the Force, but then, Rey hasn't been granted the usual training process for Jedi, particularly not when reaching that conclusion would require her to look past the smiling veneer of lying faces around her. ]