[That's the last thing he bothers to ask before he's lead forward and the door to the crew quarters slides open. Right. Of course. He should have guessed.
Or maybe he's still lost in the fact that she'd been torturing him five minutes ago, and now she was offering him a bed. Granted, he doesn't really want it -- he'd rather be back on Canto Bight, enjoying one last celebratory drink before taking off for his next job. So much for those credits.
He gives the room a once over, and then looks down at her. She's already made the gesture, so there's no reason to ask for confirmation. Ben steps in, half expecting a nasty surprise that never comes.]
...thank you.
[What? comes a familiar and sarcastic voice in his head. You're her prisoner, why are you thanking her? wars with manners that were obviously taught to him by someone that wasn't Han Solo.]
no subject
[That's the last thing he bothers to ask before he's lead forward and the door to the crew quarters slides open. Right. Of course. He should have guessed.
Or maybe he's still lost in the fact that she'd been torturing him five minutes ago, and now she was offering him a bed. Granted, he doesn't really want it -- he'd rather be back on Canto Bight, enjoying one last celebratory drink before taking off for his next job. So much for those credits.
He gives the room a once over, and then looks down at her. She's already made the gesture, so there's no reason to ask for confirmation. Ben steps in, half expecting a nasty surprise that never comes.]
...thank you.
[What? comes a familiar and sarcastic voice in his head. You're her prisoner, why are you thanking her? wars with manners that were obviously taught to him by someone that wasn't Han Solo.]