[ He jokes, but honestly … Rey is glad that he wouldn't know his way back. It's very healthy and not at all possessive and a little weird. : ) He needs her. He can't leave her if he needs her. Rey notices that he has grown tense around her, though, wrestling with something. Stiff. His hands brush over the cloth covering her shoulders, her arms. ]

I don't think you need to wear those anymore.

[ She tells him of his gloves, looking pointedly at them. ]

I touched you, and we were fine.

[ Maybe they were in more control. Maybe they were more in sync. Maybe Luke's presence had tempered it, and the connection had been swallowed in the effort of shutting him out. Regardless, Rey doesn't wait for him to remove them to turn around and get back to what she was doing.

She's not good at sentimental. Working on this gives her something to keep her occupied, and it helps to clear her mind. Working on the hyperdrive is mindless in that way. ]

What do you focus on to clear your mind?