[ He could not look more bothered by being confronted with her like this if he tried. Suddenly, Rey feels like maybe she has done something disgusting and despicable somehow. She has never thought to be ashamed of taking care of an issue like this, since it first started to be a need she felt. It's biology. Simple. Ben makes it out like it's something else, and given that she had thought of him where she had never thought of anyone before, it —

Maybe it is. Had he known about that? Had he felt that too? Was it an intrusion, invasive to borrow his likeness in that way?

His hands settle on bare shoulders and he marches her for the refresher. She tries not to savor the warmth of his skin on her skin. She huffs out anyway. ]

Believe me, I don't need it now.

[ She looks over her shoulder at him. Like, this interruption is pretty cockblock-y, dude. ]

Would you stop shoving me around?

[ This is perhaps more snappish than it needs to be, but he doesn't get to ice her out last night and start steering her around this morning and think it won't bother her. Bickering in a sheet in the hallway is a poor choice. Han and Chewie might be charting their course and getting them set for lightspeed, but not forever. ]

I don't need you to teach me about this, believe it or not.