[That makes her mouth pull crooked, something like a wry quirk of a smile. Barely there at all really, the ghost of a reflex, but it sticks instead of sliding off her face the moment after. She shoots him a sideways look.]
You really think that? That they'll just forget me?
[There's an obvious note of doubt there, but at least half the sentiment is genuine. What does she really know about the First Order? Not what a Resistance fighter does, anyway. Maybe she really can just slide back between the cracks. Disappear. Once he and BB-8 are gone, she'll go back to being nothing more than a scavenger, the only thing of value on her half ruined metal and wiring and repurposed rubber.
That makes sense, then. A person like that would be easy to forget.]
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You really think that? That they'll just forget me?
[There's an obvious note of doubt there, but at least half the sentiment is genuine. What does she really know about the First Order? Not what a Resistance fighter does, anyway. Maybe she really can just slide back between the cracks. Disappear. Once he and BB-8 are gone, she'll go back to being nothing more than a scavenger, the only thing of value on her half ruined metal and wiring and repurposed rubber.
That makes sense, then. A person like that would be easy to forget.]