He whirls to look at her, the chart in front of him already forgotten. The chair he lurches from wobbling back and forth like an officer with bad news to deliver. His lightsaber clipped to his side. He strides to her, his features clenching and then snarling.

He grabs her by the arm, yanks her to him.

“Who told you that name?” Kylo Ren demands, his face next to hers. Almost touching. He'll kill them.