[Kylo Ren's temper snaps like a rubber band when Rey gives him an order, and he whirls on her to loom over where she is sitting. His shoulders are tight, his fists are clenched, and there is something murderous in his eyes -- but it passes like a stormcloud once he gets a good look at her face. The tension doesn't quite bleed out of him all the way, but he turns it away from her before too long.]
Our time here was meant to be short.
[He starts to reach for the magitek again, but aborts the motion half way, opening and closing a fist in midair. Its an awkward gesture, especially when he is garbed as he is -- in threadbare clothing, arms scarred and on display.
Eventually, he turns back around and looks down at the tech in her hands.]
Perhaps we can exchange it for clearance to depart from here unmolested.
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Our time here was meant to be short.
[He starts to reach for the magitek again, but aborts the motion half way, opening and closing a fist in midair. Its an awkward gesture, especially when he is garbed as he is -- in threadbare clothing, arms scarred and on display.
Eventually, he turns back around and looks down at the tech in her hands.]
Perhaps we can exchange it for clearance to depart from here unmolested.