[Maybe, if they were alone, he would play up how insulted he was. Ask what the little Droid was suggesting. But they weren't, and he doubted very much she'd be the kind of girl to find that sort of thing cute. Instead he shoots BB-8 an aborted little salute as he rolls into the cockpit.

He did want her alone, to be fair. To be more fair, his intentions were far from impure.]

Hey- [He turns his face back to her as she pulls herself up, moving with a kind of practiced ease that made it clear nothing about what she'd said was false. The expression on his face shifts into something a little more serious, not quite the focus he applied to piloting, nothing quite so sharp, but without any veneer.]

You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, but if you ever want to talk about what happened- you know, when they captured you, I'm here. I figure if someone else would get it-

[He shrugs soft. Easy, slides his gaze off to give her time to think. He'd been thinking about it. A bit. He hadn't spoken to anyone else about it, even though they'd tried. And they probably would have kept trying if things hadn't been so desperate. If the General wasn't so wrapped up, she'd probably have insisted.

But everyone had bigger things to worry about. Him too, when he wasn't sleeping.]