[ The bite of his shock rattles her, if only because it reminds her of how disdainful Snoke had been of her fixation on him, of the distraction he had posed for her. He'd treated her like a simpering little girl, taken in by a pair of pretty eyes. She had not wanted to confront that now or ever again. It is the worse specter of the inevitable moment when Snoke tracks them down — the humiliation of the fact that Snoke had been right, and Ben had used it to hustle her. ]

Meaningless to him. [ She forces it out, flustered and frayed and spitting mad. She doesn't like being backed into this corner one bit, and she likes even less being mocked for the connection she feels to him. It has left her defensive to his question, hackles raised. ] You don't care about the Resistance, or you'd be with them. You picked a stupid time to make this your fight.