[ She wrestles him. Ben Solo is massive, admittedly, but Kira is dense. She gets a hold of his wrists that keeps him from shoving her away, pinning him against the bench until he has regained his sense and anchored himself in the waking world. The sympathy in her expression is buried beneath cold necessity.

He doesn't know. Of course he doesn't know. No one had ever bothered to give him the tools. She'd felt the Force in him the first time they'd met. Surely Snoke could sense it too. His interest in discouraging Kira from pursuing Ben Solo went further than discouraging her weakness and far into Snoke's own ambitions. A sick feeling swelled in her gut as she considered the very real possibility that he meant to replace her. ]

We have to leave. Now. [ She gets to her feet, pulling away from him and glancing at the cockpit. ] Stop the refueling. Whatever they've already pumped in will suffice to get us away from here. We will deal with the matter of you invading my mind once we are clear of Hapan space.