[There's a very narrow pull at the corner of her mouth, something like fondness for the droid's suggestion. She tips her head to the grating beside her, not looking up or pausing the task her hands are currently employed at.] Thanks. Just set it there. [She braids the wire - over, under, over, under--]
Not really. [Her hands do slow then, still. She makes to glance back at him - looks at his boots on the Falcon's deck, then his face. She slowly resumes her task without looking, habitual more than thought.] You're Commander Dameron, right?
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Not really. [Her hands do slow then, still. She makes to glance back at him - looks at his boots on the Falcon's deck, then his face. She slowly resumes her task without looking, habitual more than thought.] You're Commander Dameron, right?