[ 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.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
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?
no subject
[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.
no subject
[ 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.