[ On the topic of "not a good look", the wet patches from his water-slick skin don't quite keep in line with First Order uniform regulations. As she tugs loosely at the fabric to discourage the moisture from seeping through, she can only hope the material air dries as they prepare an escape route; the less attention they receive, the less stares they're prone to draw — and less looks means a lesser chance that she'll be exposed as an infiltrator, an unfamiliar fixture that doesn't belong aboard a First Order flagship.
Thinking back on it, she should have charted a course off of the ship, but she realizes suddenly she can depend on Ben's expertise for that section of the plan — if she can locate the packet of pills he's guiding her toward. She offers a terse nod, and turns to begin carelessly rummaging through his dresser's drawers. ]
Found them.
[ Adding more chemicals into the mixture is a precarious gamble, but she won't warn against it. They need him fully functional if they have any hope of avoiding detection. They can worry over the aftereffects at a later point, when his body succumbs to the fatigue he's stubbornly combating, but there's no need to think so far into the future just yet. For now, she snags them between her fingers and starts toward him — before thinking better of it and grabbing aimlessly at any garment she can reach, tossing them into his lap. ]
Here.
[ Asking if he needs her to assist him in a simple task like dressing himself sounds like an insult as she turns it over in her mind, and so she makes no offer or step toward him. ]
someone call leia to take his place as hype man
Thinking back on it, she should have charted a course off of the ship, but she realizes suddenly she can depend on Ben's expertise for that section of the plan — if she can locate the packet of pills he's guiding her toward. She offers a terse nod, and turns to begin carelessly rummaging through his dresser's drawers. ]
Found them.
[ Adding more chemicals into the mixture is a precarious gamble, but she won't warn against it. They need him fully functional if they have any hope of avoiding detection. They can worry over the aftereffects at a later point, when his body succumbs to the fatigue he's stubbornly combating, but there's no need to think so far into the future just yet. For now, she snags them between her fingers and starts toward him — before thinking better of it and grabbing aimlessly at any garment she can reach, tossing them into his lap. ]
Here.
[ Asking if he needs her to assist him in a simple task like dressing himself sounds like an insult as she turns it over in her mind, and so she makes no offer or step toward him. ]