[ Rey's facade, meanwhile, lacks any particular finesse. Most troopers don't have the audacity to glance in Kylo Ren's direction for fear of drawing his ire, and more than one officer seems to hesitate in interrupting their journey with inconsequential reports, but she does her best to observe and adapt. Namely by enhancing her facade, studying the self-importance that emanates from the officials they come across and imitating it, no matter how uncomfortable it feels to straighten her spine and clasp her hands behind her back as they walk.
Maintaining character isn't an easy feat. Ben's flightiness is unmistakable, feeding into the bond to leave her equally on edge. Her head snaps to attention multiple times to follow his gaze, finding nothing of note. She should feel relief when every corridor is unoccupied by the man she'd seen looming above Ben, susceptible and barely conscious, but something that resembles disappointment sinks her stomach. It's a dark, gnawing feeling — like an unsatisfied hunger, a vicious appetite. ]
Wait. [ Maybe she hasn't missed her opportunity for confrontation, then, though a voice whispers that it isn't just confrontation she's seeking but revenge. She ignores it, shooting out an arm to block Ben, and stumbling slightly in her next step. ] Something's wrong.
[ Now that they've neared their destination, knowing an escape pod exists around the corner, the air has grown heavier, tense. Like a churning before a storm strikes. If she strains, she can discern voices, but the words are an inaudible murmur from behind the door. ]
how dare you insult me like that
Maintaining character isn't an easy feat. Ben's flightiness is unmistakable, feeding into the bond to leave her equally on edge. Her head snaps to attention multiple times to follow his gaze, finding nothing of note. She should feel relief when every corridor is unoccupied by the man she'd seen looming above Ben, susceptible and barely conscious, but something that resembles disappointment sinks her stomach. It's a dark, gnawing feeling — like an unsatisfied hunger, a vicious appetite. ]
Wait. [ Maybe she hasn't missed her opportunity for confrontation, then, though a voice whispers that it isn't just confrontation she's seeking but revenge. She ignores it, shooting out an arm to block Ben, and stumbling slightly in her next step. ] Something's wrong.
[ Now that they've neared their destination, knowing an escape pod exists around the corner, the air has grown heavier, tense. Like a churning before a storm strikes. If she strains, she can discern voices, but the words are an inaudible murmur from behind the door. ]