[The collision is, all things considered, totally minor - at least half her own fault. Rey makes a short noise of surprise, throwing her hands out to catch the droid though he's already rolled back, twisting away to accodomate her presence (and Poe's) in the small space.]
This will be easier with three pairs of hands anyway. [She pushes her hand into the exposed circuits and wiring, feeling around with a pinched look on her face that smooths when her hand closes on-- there. Rey drags a square box and its countless attachments out into the open.]
BB-8, you take that-- [and then she's climbing over to stand on the other seat, popping a panel overhead. Reaching in, she's barely tall enough to find what she needs to.] --Here. Poe, I need your hand there. There's a lever. BB-8 can tell you when to crank it.
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Good work, BB-8. [She's stepping around him, climbing into the co-pilot's seat to access one of the secondary panels. The blasé way she pulls up the panel's facing has everything to do with being comfortable with the components and nothing to do with an eagerness to leave the subject of Kylo Ren behind.]
This will be easier with three pairs of hands anyway. [She pushes her hand into the exposed circuits and wiring, feeling around with a pinched look on her face that smooths when her hand closes on-- there. Rey drags a square box and its countless attachments out into the open.]
BB-8, you take that-- [and then she's climbing over to stand on the other seat, popping a panel overhead. Reaching in, she's barely tall enough to find what she needs to.] --Here. Poe, I need your hand there. There's a lever. BB-8 can tell you when to crank it.