Lark leans against the bulkhead, some still vaguely human, vaguely innocent part of him being too awed to touch the Millennium Falcon's furnishings. It's such a dim part of him that Lark doesn't even recognize it, and decides whatever he's feeling has to be because he's not sure how to handle this situation.
But her explanation gets a raw laugh. "God. Do you know how much trouble I've been in because I did the exact same thing, for the exact same reasons?"
Except he'd done worse. But hush. "I meant it, Rey. I do understand. But you need to understand, too, that you're not here to handle things like you would at home. No matter how much sense it makes to us. You are a warden. You are always a warden, whether you're here in this-" a small pause, a faint smile as he looks at the controls "-or eating lunch, or beating an inmate because you didn't think his own warden would do their job. And it matters because the Bull used to be a warden, too. You're here to be better than you were at home, because that's the only way you can earn your deal. Otherwise? The inmates will take you down, and I don't just mean physically."
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But her explanation gets a raw laugh. "God. Do you know how much trouble I've been in because I did the exact same thing, for the exact same reasons?"
Except he'd done worse. But hush. "I meant it, Rey. I do understand. But you need to understand, too, that you're not here to handle things like you would at home. No matter how much sense it makes to us. You are a warden. You are always a warden, whether you're here in this-" a small pause, a faint smile as he looks at the controls "-or eating lunch, or beating an inmate because you didn't think his own warden would do their job. And it matters because the Bull used to be a warden, too. You're here to be better than you were at home, because that's the only way you can earn your deal. Otherwise? The inmates will take you down, and I don't just mean physically."