[ She asks, curious, and Poe confirms it with a nod. Rey latches onto that point of connection, the knowledge that Poe understands her bristling distrust on a level more personal. Finn has endured Kylo Ren for years in the First Order's service, yes, but he has never suffered Ren's violations. Not in the same manner she and Poe have.
'Yeah. I wouldn't have gotten out if it weren't for Finn,' he continues. ]
It looks like we both owe Finn, then. [ Her smile is faint, but genuine. Fond, unmistakably so, and overwhelmed. Finn had been the first to return for her. That isn't forgettable, and the knowledge that he had extended the same compassion to Poe affirms what she already knows: Finn is a good man. Among the best. After a pause, she adds, ] I'm Rey.
[ Poe huffs out a chuckle. Only then does he remove his gaze from Kylo's cramped cell. Tension still creeps along his spine, but he's relaxed minutely, shoulders visibly loosening. 'I know who you are.' She laughs, then. A grin stretches across her face, toothy and ebullient, as if her smile has its own wattage.
'We all know,' he points out. 'Word travels fast.' She doesn't know how she feels about that, truthfully. She's never had that intense scrutiny cast upon her. It's difficult not to feel like she's an animal being studied, a specimen they can't understand. She shakes the thoughts and continues the conversation. How is BB-8? Did they recover the map? 'Still a nuisance,' Poe says, but it's with a fondness to it. As for the map — 'We're working on it.'
Hours tick by. She learns a myriad about Poe: he grew up on Yavin IV, full of jungles not unlike their current planet, with bioluminescent plants and hammering rainstorms. His parents had been pilots, too. She listens raptly, and only when Leia enters does her attention turn from Poe. If nothing else, he has distracted from the buzzing in her brain whenever Kylo Ren is within range.
In Leia's hand sits a tray, filled with rations. In the other, a canteen of water. 'I need to speak with him,' she tells them, though her eyes never stray from Kylo's form. Poe's jaw hardens. 'General, he's dangerous—' but whatever he'd been prepared to say, whatever guard detail he'd wanted to offer, is dismissed.
'Alone,' Leia insists. Poe casts her one last glance over his shoulder as he and Rey move out of the room, standing just beyond it. Just in case, Poe says, skeptical. ]
i was going to say 'antisocial kylo ren hour' but like... that's just his existence in general
[ She asks, curious, and Poe confirms it with a nod. Rey latches onto that point of connection, the knowledge that Poe understands her bristling distrust on a level more personal. Finn has endured Kylo Ren for years in the First Order's service, yes, but he has never suffered Ren's violations. Not in the same manner she and Poe have.
'Yeah. I wouldn't have gotten out if it weren't for Finn,' he continues. ]
It looks like we both owe Finn, then. [ Her smile is faint, but genuine. Fond, unmistakably so, and overwhelmed. Finn had been the first to return for her. That isn't forgettable, and the knowledge that he had extended the same compassion to Poe affirms what she already knows: Finn is a good man. Among the best. After a pause, she adds, ] I'm Rey.
[ Poe huffs out a chuckle. Only then does he remove his gaze from Kylo's cramped cell. Tension still creeps along his spine, but he's relaxed minutely, shoulders visibly loosening. 'I know who you are.' She laughs, then. A grin stretches across her face, toothy and ebullient, as if her smile has its own wattage.
'We all know,' he points out. 'Word travels fast.' She doesn't know how she feels about that, truthfully. She's never had that intense scrutiny cast upon her. It's difficult not to feel like she's an animal being studied, a specimen they can't understand. She shakes the thoughts and continues the conversation. How is BB-8? Did they recover the map? 'Still a nuisance,' Poe says, but it's with a fondness to it. As for the map — 'We're working on it.'
Hours tick by. She learns a myriad about Poe: he grew up on Yavin IV, full of jungles not unlike their current planet, with bioluminescent plants and hammering rainstorms. His parents had been pilots, too. She listens raptly, and only when Leia enters does her attention turn from Poe. If nothing else, he has distracted from the buzzing in her brain whenever Kylo Ren is within range.
In Leia's hand sits a tray, filled with rations. In the other, a canteen of water. 'I need to speak with him,' she tells them, though her eyes never stray from Kylo's form. Poe's jaw hardens. 'General, he's dangerous—' but whatever he'd been prepared to say, whatever guard detail he'd wanted to offer, is dismissed.
'Alone,' Leia insists. Poe casts her one last glance over his shoulder as he and Rey move out of the room, standing just beyond it. Just in case, Poe says, skeptical. ]