[Jobs, of which there are frankly plenty. Most of the work on the Falcon is minor corrections and patch jobs - at this point it'd honestly be hard to do any major overhauls when the freighter's inner workings were more scrap than original. Still for a moment, her thoughts are turned away from it, her attention sharp and focused on the pilot, squinting at him in a way that probably looks like she's doubting the validity of the story when really she's all but memorizing the details, slotting them into place with what she knows of Jakku, who she knows on Jakku. Of course it'd take the skills of a specialized pilot to magically get off the planet; you could close your eyes and throw a rock and still hit a scrapper there, but a pilot? A real, skilled one who knew how to fly in combat and not just in a straight line? That was rare.
Sure. She can see it.]
You're lucky. [She says it plain without any sense that it might be incredibly rude. Securing the last screw, Rey flicks her attention from Poe to the droid.] BB-8, can you run a diagnostic on the primary exhaust? There's still a leak there, I know it. [It'd be easier to repair if he cold narrow it down to a section of the grid.]
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Sure. She can see it.]
You're lucky. [She says it plain without any sense that it might be incredibly rude. Securing the last screw, Rey flicks her attention from Poe to the droid.] BB-8, can you run a diagnostic on the primary exhaust? There's still a leak there, I know it. [It'd be easier to repair if he cold narrow it down to a section of the grid.]