[ The engineering bay is cramped much like the one on the Falcon. There's room for them both, but they're breathing each other's stale air, and the already oven-baked space — made tolerable only by the sand covering it has had to keep the sun's rays from beating directly on this part of the ship — grows even hotter with the body heat they're putting off.
Rey doesn't waste time. She pries open the hyperdrive and gets her hands in its guts, crouching down, stuffing her whole arm up to the shoulder. Anyone who knows their way around a ship knows that no one should ever, Ever, put their whole arm into a hyperdrive. Especially one they aren't familiar with when they don't know who's in the cockpit. It's a stupid and risky.
Speaking of Child Slavery is Terrible. Rey doesn't look concerned, like maybe she's used to taking these sorts of risks in her life. ]
Ellifa definitely sounds better
Rey doesn't waste time. She pries open the hyperdrive and gets her hands in its guts, crouching down, stuffing her whole arm up to the shoulder. Anyone who knows their way around a ship knows that no one should ever, Ever, put their whole arm into a hyperdrive. Especially one they aren't familiar with when they don't know who's in the cockpit. It's a stupid and risky.
Speaking of Child Slavery is Terrible. Rey doesn't look concerned, like maybe she's used to taking these sorts of risks in her life. ]