[ In the heat of their descent, she can feel his gaze burning the side of her face, wave after intense wave buffeting her with his investigation, but it barely registers in her conscious mind, which is fully focused on their survival of the insane feat she pulls to put Ji well behind them. The gambit seems to work, but he's turned away by the time she, breathing hard, turns to meet his gaze.
Rey lets her clueless stare linger for a moment before she follows his direction to nest the ship in the cradle of the open mine. The white shell of the Millennium Falcon is covered with dust and pock-marked with holes and divots, which helps it to camouflage with the mine. It'll have to do, and she'll have to hope that Ji's interest lies outside of blasting their ride out of here half to hell. ]
If this ship were going to come apart, it would have done it long before I got my hands on it. [ She abandons the yoke, lifting her gaze out the front to try and spot a speck of a ship in the clear sky above. Nothing. A hollow effort. She turns away immediately and tears out of the cockpit like a bat out of hell. ] Bring everything you'll need. I can't promise you we'll be back here.
[ She's come a long way from refusing to let go of the nightmarish hovel she'd called a home on Jakku for the delusional hope of her family that it represented; now, she's able to accept that there is every possibility that their survival will need to take precedent over the memory of Han Solo that steers this ship. At least his ship would see a burial, even if it was on some nowhere moon in the Outer Rim.
For her part, Rey only stops to stuff ration bars into the leather satchel at her hip with a fistful of bandages and tubes of low-potency bacta gel. War left no place for sentimentality or creature comforts, so she lowered the cargo ramp and waited at the head of it for Kylo Ren to join her. ]
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Rey lets her clueless stare linger for a moment before she follows his direction to nest the ship in the cradle of the open mine. The white shell of the Millennium Falcon is covered with dust and pock-marked with holes and divots, which helps it to camouflage with the mine. It'll have to do, and she'll have to hope that Ji's interest lies outside of blasting their ride out of here half to hell. ]
If this ship were going to come apart, it would have done it long before I got my hands on it. [ She abandons the yoke, lifting her gaze out the front to try and spot a speck of a ship in the clear sky above. Nothing. A hollow effort. She turns away immediately and tears out of the cockpit like a bat out of hell. ] Bring everything you'll need. I can't promise you we'll be back here.
[ She's come a long way from refusing to let go of the nightmarish hovel she'd called a home on Jakku for the delusional hope of her family that it represented; now, she's able to accept that there is every possibility that their survival will need to take precedent over the memory of Han Solo that steers this ship. At least his ship would see a burial, even if it was on some nowhere moon in the Outer Rim.
For her part, Rey only stops to stuff ration bars into the leather satchel at her hip with a fistful of bandages and tubes of low-potency bacta gel. War left no place for sentimentality or creature comforts, so she lowered the cargo ramp and waited at the head of it for Kylo Ren to join her. ]