[Even though Rey isn't exactly pleased about the ship running in low power mode from now on, she can at least understand it. Wasting resources isn't exactly a bright idea, especially when making a long journey across the galaxy. This might mean they had to stop at fewer outposts which is, to be honest, both a blessing and a curse to her. While she wants to see more planets, she isn't exactly looking for another experience like the one she'd just had with the slavers. Her body is still bruised from their rough treatment and her wrists and ankles are still raw from the shackles--but that isn't going to stop her from getting from point A to point B when she has to. Besides, she's brough BB-9 along with her to literally light the way; the droid is, of course, equipped with a flashlight that shines brightly ahead of them as they make their way through the halls.
When they come upon the young man sitting on the floor, Rey stops dead in her tracks. She squints, sure she's never seen him before. Her nose wrinkles as the stench of cigarette smoke suddenly assaults her nose. She's smelled some pretty awful things, from rotting gnaw-jaw meat to spilled satrship fuel, but this is a new one. And it looks like he's putting it into his body.]
What are you doing?
[BB-9 gives a soft beep, almost as if she's echoing the question.]
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When they come upon the young man sitting on the floor, Rey stops dead in her tracks. She squints, sure she's never seen him before. Her nose wrinkles as the stench of cigarette smoke suddenly assaults her nose. She's smelled some pretty awful things, from rotting gnaw-jaw meat to spilled satrship fuel, but this is a new one. And it looks like he's putting it into his body.]
What are you doing?
[BB-9 gives a soft beep, almost as if she's echoing the question.]