[ Her head snaps to the movements out of her corner of her eye. From Rey's perspective, it simply looks like they're fussing with the organization of her belongings — again, but worse this time for the clear invasion of space that it is. Their version of charades, especially with that cloth, need some work.
Though the reason for their incessant needling and overpowering concern remains lost in translation, panic is universal, and it becomes quite clear they have no intention of giving up. She sighs, a frustrated noise from the back of her throat, and drops the tools that had been in her hands to pry her arms out of their grasp.
They don't release her. Not until: ]
Fine. [ She doesn't have much choice in obliging them, really. They've made it clear they won't leave, and she can't continue to work like she is. ] I'll come with you.
[ To wherever. Maybe there is a looming threat they need to show her, or an intruder that's somehow happened across them, or —
It could be any number of things. She lets them usher her down the ramp and outside, making their trek up a sloping hill. ]
"avian-like aliens"
Though the reason for their incessant needling and overpowering concern remains lost in translation, panic is universal, and it becomes quite clear they have no intention of giving up. She sighs, a frustrated noise from the back of her throat, and drops the tools that had been in her hands to pry her arms out of their grasp.
They don't release her. Not until: ]
Fine. [ She doesn't have much choice in obliging them, really. They've made it clear they won't leave, and she can't continue to work like she is. ] I'll come with you.
[ To wherever. Maybe there is a looming threat they need to show her, or an intruder that's somehow happened across them, or —
It could be any number of things. She lets them usher her down the ramp and outside, making their trek up a sloping hill. ]