[ She searches for meaning in his explanation, perplexed for a moment because literally none of it gives her what she wanted. What she had wanted earlier, yes, he has explained himself sufficiently and if she picks through it for herself, using her own emotional awareness, she can figure out what in there perhaps ruffled Ben in the context of this conversation.
It's like putting a thousand-piece puzzle together though, so she spends the majority of this time looking perplexed about how this addresses a) whether she is trying to use him like a tool, b) what he wants out of these interactions with her. Neither of those things are addressed, of course, so it takes her a minute to connect it back to, ah, yes, this is what he's so upset about.
And when she figures it out, it stands at such incredible odds with the weight of his response — to almost murder her in the woods — that she can't stop herself from saying; ]
You were ready to attack me because Finn told you that you could do good?
[ Just putting that out there. Flatly. Incredulously.
No. You know what. No. That makes perfect sense. And she starts to pick up on the fact that Ben is shifting his lightsaber around, realizing it's perhaps an overreaction, but for crying out loud. ]
I told him that what you'd done with those women who attacked the festival had potentially averted war. [ She's emphasizing you here to point out that she had not even told Finn that SHE HAD BEEN INVOLVED IN IT. ] And it has. [ She pulls her staff up onto her shoulder decisively, as if more committed to doubling down on the 'figure out what you waaaaaant' exit. ] You really don't trust me at all.
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It's like putting a thousand-piece puzzle together though, so she spends the majority of this time looking perplexed about how this addresses a) whether she is trying to use him like a tool, b) what he wants out of these interactions with her. Neither of those things are addressed, of course, so it takes her a minute to connect it back to, ah, yes, this is what he's so upset about.
And when she figures it out, it stands at such incredible odds with the weight of his response — to almost murder her in the woods — that she can't stop herself from saying; ]
You were ready to attack me because Finn told you that you could do good?
[ Just putting that out there. Flatly. Incredulously.
No. You know what. No. That makes perfect sense. And she starts to pick up on the fact that Ben is shifting his lightsaber around, realizing it's perhaps an overreaction, but for crying out loud. ]
I told him that what you'd done with those women who attacked the festival had potentially averted war. [ She's emphasizing you here to point out that she had not even told Finn that SHE HAD BEEN INVOLVED IN IT. ] And it has. [ She pulls her staff up onto her shoulder decisively, as if more committed to doubling down on the 'figure out what you waaaaaant' exit. ] You really don't trust me at all.