[There, a burst of something like satisfaction to hear the Falcon talked about with such admiration, to hear the chirping slew of beeping from the droid. It isn't pride - this isn't her ship - except for how it absolutely is. Maybe it's because she got the ship off Jakku (it got them off it), or being elbow deep in its guts a handful of times now with generally good success, or maybe it's just that there is something bouyant and pleasant about loving the same thing as someone else--

But it's good. She can't help the pleased flush that passes through her. Like breathing in raw oxygen. Like adrenaline behind the pilot's console. A short burst, but there anyway and that counts for something.

She wipes her hands on her pants and rescrews the panel into place.]

When we picked her up off Jakku - there were all these useless modifications. Absolutely garbage, really, but they've mostly been stripped out and replaced now. She's almost back to normal.