[ Rey's not entirely sure what she'd expected from this blatantly rash decision ( Finn and Poe will likely lecture her for hours upon her return ) — something slightly more curious and less stoically indifferent, though she suspects it to be a front. His defenses are up and at their most guarded, and she also feels the prickle of sweat across her brow and at the nape of her neck, the effort made to keep him out just as he does her. The veiled, though latent threat raises her hackles some, impossible to mask how frustrating she finds him, her eyes narrowing fractionally.

She wonders for the first time if his master is aware of the bond, then immediately doubts it. If Kylo Ren's so called Supreme Leader knew he could exploit someone so close to the leaders of the Resistance and wield the talents of another Force sensitive being, he likely would have cashed in on that good fortune already. Or at the very least, Kylo would have attempted another kidnapping rather than a tense conversation without lightsabers in a dusty alleyway.

Pressing that irritation down for another time, she realigns her focus and holds his gaze, plainly and calm. ] I called you out here for nothing, then. I suppose I'll figure it out on my own. Since you don't seem too highly concerned. [ Too busy conquering star systems, she adds mentally, her own brand of sarcasm and no where near veiled enough to keep him from hearing, taking a few steps backwards to widen the gap between them. This isn't the first, nor she suspects, the last time she'll be bent on doing something on her own, far from expecting a partner or even an ally in Kylo, but something— different. A puzzling train of thought in itself and she keeps a steady grip on the hilt of her saber. ]

I'd really appreciate if you didn't try to track me. [ Casually, as though they're lightyears away from being on two sides of very opposing lines, Rey tilts her chin downwards just slightly, half heartedly disrespectful. ]