[ He hesitates for a moment, then falls in step with her, BB-8 trailing at their heels. ]
Here's hoping they don't wait too long. You know, I used to wish I had more downtime, but now that I've got it I don't know what to do with myself. [ He laughs quietly; shakes his head, vaguely bemused by the truth of that. ]
[It's a simple thing to say, but there's a lot of faith in it and a lot of that has to do with the fact that he rescued Finn. They don't know each other well but BB-8 is very talkative, Poe's actions have spoken for him several times over, and she just likes him. Her opinion of him is high, but rightly so.]
Alfie is the inmate I was assigned to so you'll probably meet him eventually. He had a long conversation with Finn during the comms glitch so I think he'll be interested in talking with you too.
I'm sure of it. It'll be interesting to see what they come up with -- I've noticed some pretty rough customers aboard, the kind that make a guy want to sleep cuddled up with a blaster.
[ It's not something he'd admit to most others, but most people aren't Rey. Dimly, he thinks it's a good idea she seems to know what she's doing around here, because he's still relatively lost. Comfortable with the basics, maybe, but it's the margins where most problems develop anyway. ]
Oh yeah? [ A grin; good luck, buddy. ] Well then, looking forward to getting to a little chat. What's he like?
[Six months in a place will do that. She leads him up to the deck with ease and steps through the door, holds it open for him and BB-8 to come out as well.]
It depends on the mood, really. He was sweet with Finn, but a few months ago he carried on a conversation with half the ship about the most interesting ways there were to kill a person.
[ He nods his gratitude as he steps through, his attention automatically lifting toward the expanse of space overhead. Sure, maybe he's new, but he thinks he'll never get used to this startling view. ]
Ah ... one of those guys. [ The mention of Finn makes him glance back for a second, a brow quirked. If nothing else, that earns Rey's inmate a handful of goodwill points. ] Sounds like a charmer. You made any progress?
I think so. We got along well before we were paired, so I think that helped. I like him.
[Which says a lot, because before she came here her list of people she liked was very, very short. She leads the way over to some of the deck chairs and takes a seat, glances up at the stars over them.]
When I first got here I spent a lot of time trying to map these stars to ones in our galaxy, but I think we must be in an entirely different dimension. Nothing comes close to matching.
Nice to hear some good news around these parts. If you need a hand with anything, you let me know, all right?
[ That's his cue to drag another one a little closer; when he sits down, it's to lean into the conversation, elbows on his knees and his chin propped against the back of his hand. ]
Yeah ... I've had BB-8 run through the star charts in his memory banks, and came up empty too. Scanned for transponder pings, and got nothing. Weird, but not as weird as meeting up with people as you remember them from when you were just a kid, I guess.
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[She's taking it on herself to start leading them toward the stairs, guide them up to the deck now that she knows he at least doesn't mind it there.]
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Here's hoping they don't wait too long. You know, I used to wish I had more downtime, but now that I've got it I don't know what to do with myself. [ He laughs quietly; shakes his head, vaguely bemused by the truth of that. ]
The name's not familiar, no. Should I have?
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[It's a simple thing to say, but there's a lot of faith in it and a lot of that has to do with the fact that he rescued Finn. They don't know each other well but BB-8 is very talkative, Poe's actions have spoken for him several times over, and she just likes him. Her opinion of him is high, but rightly so.]
Alfie is the inmate I was assigned to so you'll probably meet him eventually. He had a long conversation with Finn during the comms glitch so I think he'll be interested in talking with you too.
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[ It's not something he'd admit to most others, but most people aren't Rey. Dimly, he thinks it's a good idea she seems to know what she's doing around here, because he's still relatively lost. Comfortable with the basics, maybe, but it's the margins where most problems develop anyway. ]
Oh yeah? [ A grin; good luck, buddy. ] Well then, looking forward to getting to a little chat. What's he like?
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It depends on the mood, really. He was sweet with Finn, but a few months ago he carried on a conversation with half the ship about the most interesting ways there were to kill a person.
[So, you know.]
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Ah ... one of those guys. [ The mention of Finn makes him glance back for a second, a brow quirked. If nothing else, that earns Rey's inmate a handful of goodwill points. ] Sounds like a charmer. You made any progress?
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[Which says a lot, because before she came here her list of people she liked was very, very short. She leads the way over to some of the deck chairs and takes a seat, glances up at the stars over them.]
When I first got here I spent a lot of time trying to map these stars to ones in our galaxy, but I think we must be in an entirely different dimension. Nothing comes close to matching.
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[ That's his cue to drag another one a little closer; when he sits down, it's to lean into the conversation, elbows on his knees and his chin propped against the back of his hand. ]
Yeah ... I've had BB-8 run through the star charts in his memory banks, and came up empty too. Scanned for transponder pings, and got nothing. Weird, but not as weird as meeting up with people as you remember them from when you were just a kid, I guess.