[ There's feedback in the contact between them. The pleasant kind. A hum that sparks back and tells her, Yes, your hand belongs here, this is what they were made to touch. She presses her tongue between her lips, a subconscious gesture to compose herself as she drops her gaze to look him over. Adrenaline pulses through her veins. Her fingertips brush the elbow of his shirt as though twitching lower in search of bare skin, but no. His sleeves are long. No journey will find her that. ]

His X-Wing? [ Elated, she beams. ] But they're so big! [ Even that hydrospanner felt like a lot!!! ] All the stories I've heard about the feats of the Jedi … They really are true, aren't they?