[ When it's offered, Rey readily takes the glowrod off Kylo's hands in a quick brush of fingers, the shifting light wobbling the shadows cast across his features and, she imagines, hers as well. She turns her attention away and takes off on deft feet that are used to rust and the wear and tear that comes with it, instinctively avoiding the weaker areas of the room, likely to give in under the weight of either of them. She's spent a lifetime prowling through the carcasses of the behemoths felled in another age, and it shows in her ease here.
Messy crates and machines fill the office, stacked upon desks and spilled over on bench seating, a variety of testing equipment, measures, leather straps and tie-downs—equipment used to haul product out of a mine. None of it looks usable anymore, though. That's the trouble of these more well-terrained planets; rust, mold, and a plethora of other weathering effects crept inside everything in ways that they didn't on dry, sunny Jakku. The worst she'd ever had to worry about was sun damage, and she'd learned fast that anything capable of being damaged by the sun was of no worth to Unkar Plutt anyway.
His commentary from the window draws her attention, as well as her ire. ]
Get away from there! [ She marches over and grabs for his arm to yank him back a step. The floor creaks, sighs, and something in the walls settles. ] You think that glass cracked on its own? [ She points to the maw of the window, then guides his attention up towards the bent uppermost edge of the frame. ] Pressure from the roof. You put more weight on this side of the room, and the rest of it could come down on you. It's not well-supported. [ She waves him back towards her. ] Now, come on. Slowly.
[ But while she waves him on, she redirects her attention out the window, fixed on the open shaft of the mine that he'd proposed. It looks even worse for wear, and plunging down into it could get them buried just as easily as Ji—permanently. Given her Force sensitivities, burying her beneath the administrative buildings would slow her down, not necessarily kill her; it'd be easy for her to protect herself from the compartment syndrome and other effects until she could wheedle he way free. But collapsing that much earth—minerals and sheer dirt volume alike—would kill her, unquestionably, and it could kill them too; it proposes the question of which they're really trying to do. Stop her for now, or for good. ]
How sure are you that we'd be able to make it out of the mine ahead of her? [ Rey, obviously, has her doubts—her only experience fighting other Force-users has been with Kylo Ren, and she has no doubt that he'd have been able to chase her out, had she tried this with him. After all, he'd survived the explosion of Starkiller Base. He was a cockroach. ]
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Messy crates and machines fill the office, stacked upon desks and spilled over on bench seating, a variety of testing equipment, measures, leather straps and tie-downs—equipment used to haul product out of a mine. None of it looks usable anymore, though. That's the trouble of these more well-terrained planets; rust, mold, and a plethora of other weathering effects crept inside everything in ways that they didn't on dry, sunny Jakku. The worst she'd ever had to worry about was sun damage, and she'd learned fast that anything capable of being damaged by the sun was of no worth to Unkar Plutt anyway.
His commentary from the window draws her attention, as well as her ire. ]
Get away from there! [ She marches over and grabs for his arm to yank him back a step. The floor creaks, sighs, and something in the walls settles. ] You think that glass cracked on its own? [ She points to the maw of the window, then guides his attention up towards the bent uppermost edge of the frame. ] Pressure from the roof. You put more weight on this side of the room, and the rest of it could come down on you. It's not well-supported. [ She waves him back towards her. ] Now, come on. Slowly.
[ But while she waves him on, she redirects her attention out the window, fixed on the open shaft of the mine that he'd proposed. It looks even worse for wear, and plunging down into it could get them buried just as easily as Ji—permanently. Given her Force sensitivities, burying her beneath the administrative buildings would slow her down, not necessarily kill her; it'd be easy for her to protect herself from the compartment syndrome and other effects until she could wheedle he way free. But collapsing that much earth—minerals and sheer dirt volume alike—would kill her, unquestionably, and it could kill them too; it proposes the question of which they're really trying to do. Stop her for now, or for good. ]
How sure are you that we'd be able to make it out of the mine ahead of her? [ Rey, obviously, has her doubts—her only experience fighting other Force-users has been with Kylo Ren, and she has no doubt that he'd have been able to chase her out, had she tried this with him. After all, he'd survived the explosion of Starkiller Base. He was a cockroach. ]