[It's a perfectly fair suggestion and a good place to start work next, really. They'd need the hyperdrive in perfect working order and part of her, the part intimately familiar with the modifications the Falcon had been settled with, wants to check it herself. But-- BB-8 knows what he's doing and anything that pings back wrong she can check. More than likely half the fixes that needed to be made would be out of the droid's reach anyway. Inconvenient, she thinks, putting so many access panels in the ship's subfloor where he couldn't easily reach.
But she also doesn't miss the droid's moment of indecision. That has her squinting, brow lowering by a degree. She looks between the two of them and slowly secures the last wire with the insulation tspe as BB-8 rolls off.]
I took a lot of things apart on Jakku. [She unsticks her fingers and fits the cover back onto the eletrical compartment. Easy enough. Hefting herself out of the hatch, Rey squirms along the grating and eventually gets a foot under herself. Her hands are black with grease and there's a smudge on her cheek from where she bumped it across her hand while using her teeth on the tape.] This is just doing it the other way around.
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But she also doesn't miss the droid's moment of indecision. That has her squinting, brow lowering by a degree. She looks between the two of them and slowly secures the last wire with the insulation tspe as BB-8 rolls off.]
I took a lot of things apart on Jakku. [She unsticks her fingers and fits the cover back onto the eletrical compartment. Easy enough. Hefting herself out of the hatch, Rey squirms along the grating and eventually gets a foot under herself. Her hands are black with grease and there's a smudge on her cheek from where she bumped it across her hand while using her teeth on the tape.] This is just doing it the other way around.