[Sometimes the hardest part about being on the Falcon was the fact that Finn just didn't speak binary. They had translator droids for that back on base, and no trooper was ever going to spend his time learning what beep boops meant instead of polishing off efficiency courses. Doubly so for Finn, who had a squad of fellow cadets to look after for a handful of years before the drop to Jakku. Phasma was already on him for his sentimentality; he can't imagine how well she'd have taken to him burning time with a machine or two.
In hindsight, Finn thinks, emboldened by his newfound freedom, he probably should have.
He exhales once, chewing on the tough edge of a food ration, attention flicking back and forth between the stars outside and the noise inside where Han Solo and Chewbacca are currently discussing something that Finn can only guess is probably related to the injury on the wookie's arm. It's only on the glance back that he realizes BB-8 is there, hovering nearby, round as ever.] Hey, little guy. How's it going?
but do you mean it this time
In hindsight, Finn thinks, emboldened by his newfound freedom, he probably should have.
He exhales once, chewing on the tough edge of a food ration, attention flicking back and forth between the stars outside and the noise inside where Han Solo and Chewbacca are currently discussing something that Finn can only guess is probably related to the injury on the wookie's arm. It's only on the glance back that he realizes BB-8 is there, hovering nearby, round as ever.] Hey, little guy. How's it going?