[Really, it's just a matter of Rey being in the right place at the right time. Newt has woken up from a pretty unpleasant dream, the kind that leaves you shaken to your core... but where most dreams are a relief to wake up from, because you know they're truly fiction? His only serve to send him into a paranoid spiral. He drags on a shirt and foregoes shoes, practically fleeing his room (for the first time in what feels like a long time-) and winds up pacing through the hallways like there's a fire to put out.
His fire, really. His metaphorical mental trashfire.
But he can't stop himself from feeling it. The ice-cold feeling that they're here, that they've always been here and they'll always be here, and that they'd somehow tricked them into only thinking the precursors had been vanquished. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head-]
Fuck you, you're gone, you're gone-
[As he turns the corner with haste, he ends up pretty much slamming into poor Rey.
Well, unless her Force skills warn her that some anxious pacer is about to run into her, anyway.]
[She does try to be respectful when it comes to keeping tabs on things in the Force and this late at night, Rey had assumed that it wouldn't be all that likely that she'd be running into one, figuratively or literally, so when Newt barrels right into her it's only through the grace of her balance that she manages to stay on her feet, her hands coming up instinctively to grab onto Newt's arms to keep them both from toppling over as the momentum makes her stumble back a few paces but ultimately stay on her feet.
The initial annoyance is on her face, clear in the way her mouth immediately opens up so she can reprimand him, but once she sees him properly she frowns instead.]
[The first few moments with her, he almost seems to look through her, nearly wrenching his arms back out of her grasp. But then his eyes snap into focus behind his black-rimmed glasses, which have gone a little crooked after running into her, and he settles down into something one step under 'exploding powder keg'.]
I'mfineI'mfineI'mfine. [He waves a hand, and sounds more like he's trying to tell himself as much.] But I don't know if I'm fine, y'know? Like, I woke up, and it was probably just nightmares, but they always gave me those nightmares I could never remember. What if they're still in there, and I just can't remember they're in there? What if I'm still dangerous? If they were hiding in my head again, they could do something — they could come back and finish what they started—
[Sorry, Rey, he'll ramble until he's properly quieted.]
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His fire, really. His metaphorical mental trashfire.
But he can't stop himself from feeling it. The ice-cold feeling that they're here, that they've always been here and they'll always be here, and that they'd somehow tricked them into only thinking the precursors had been vanquished. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head-]
Fuck you, you're gone, you're gone-
[As he turns the corner with haste, he ends up pretty much slamming into poor Rey.
Well, unless her Force skills warn her that some anxious pacer is about to run into her, anyway.]
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The initial annoyance is on her face, clear in the way her mouth immediately opens up so she can reprimand him, but once she sees him properly she frowns instead.]
Newton.
[No, he'd told her to call him-]
Newt. What's the matter?
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I'mfineI'mfineI'mfine. [He waves a hand, and sounds more like he's trying to tell himself as much.] But I don't know if I'm fine, y'know? Like, I woke up, and it was probably just nightmares, but they always gave me those nightmares I could never remember. What if they're still in there, and I just can't remember they're in there? What if I'm still dangerous? If they were hiding in my head again, they could do something — they could come back and finish what they started—
[Sorry, Rey, he'll ramble until he's properly quieted.]