[Rey hasn't been in the simulation room since she'd escaped the slaver's outpost. Her body protests the mere act of walking still, so training is definitely out of the question still. But that doesn't mean she can sit around in the medbay and do nothing. Inaction is worse than a little discomfort. And her ribs, like the rest of her, are only bruised, not broken.
She isn't surprised when she finds someone is already inside, but she is surprised that it's Bucky. She's seen him fight before, but not like this. Calculated, merciless. Rey is impressed. She watches, silent, until he notices her standing there. Her staff is slung across her back and she's dressed as if she's ready to train. But watching how effectively he clears each sim is sort of mesmerizing, and makes her think twice. She's definitely not in peak condition right now, even if she wishes she were.]
sim room
She isn't surprised when she finds someone is already inside, but she is surprised that it's Bucky. She's seen him fight before, but not like this. Calculated, merciless. Rey is impressed. She watches, silent, until he notices her standing there. Her staff is slung across her back and she's dressed as if she's ready to train. But watching how effectively he clears each sim is sort of mesmerizing, and makes her think twice. She's definitely not in peak condition right now, even if she wishes she were.]
Don't let me interrupt.