[ If there was any doubt about whether she was flat as a board as a result of the vest's compression or because of nature's will, it is being clarified presently. Her vest is unbuttoned to her navel but not fully open yet, and there's just smooth planes of lightly tanned skin showing. No insinuating shadows to speak of.
Despite the fact that she takes a defensive step backward when it looks like he might grab for her, his question puzzles her a little. Sure, she doesn't love being all soft and vulnerable without her armor in front of him, but that ship has already sailed. She's going to be wearing his flimsy shirt anyway. He's obviously uncomfortable, though, which was unexpected. She'd only been hesitant about this whole thing for her protection and icy avoidance of vulnerability. What the hell was his reservation?
After a moment of study, she decides it must be that he was planning to sabotage her in some way while she was occupied with this asinine idea about the shirt. ]
So you can change our course behind my back? I don't think so.
[ She strips off the rest of the vest, leaving the ribbed armor sleeves that she wore beneath and the cross-strapped harness that secures them around her back and chest. Importantly, an armored vest isn't the really kind of thing that requires support, especially for someone as board-flat as Rey. Also importantly, the Falcon's chilly when it's in hyperspace. ]
I can't. [ She picks up the shirt. ] Use a needle. I never learned.
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Despite the fact that she takes a defensive step backward when it looks like he might grab for her, his question puzzles her a little. Sure, she doesn't love being all soft and vulnerable without her armor in front of him, but that ship has already sailed. She's going to be wearing his flimsy shirt anyway. He's obviously uncomfortable, though, which was unexpected. She'd only been hesitant about this whole thing for her protection and icy avoidance of vulnerability. What the hell was his reservation?
After a moment of study, she decides it must be that he was planning to sabotage her in some way while she was occupied with this asinine idea about the shirt. ]
So you can change our course behind my back? I don't think so.
[ She strips off the rest of the vest, leaving the ribbed armor sleeves that she wore beneath and the cross-strapped harness that secures them around her back and chest. Importantly, an armored vest isn't the really kind of thing that requires support, especially for someone as board-flat as Rey. Also importantly, the Falcon's chilly when it's in hyperspace. ]
I can't. [ She picks up the shirt. ] Use a needle. I never learned.