[She straightens, attention snapping around in Poe's direction.]
What kind of something?
[Her hand blindly finds another scrap from Finn's plate, feeding it into her mouth without a moment's wavering of either her focus of her eye line. If this something was big enough, maybe they'd be sticking around for more than a day or two. A week, maybe. Weeks even. Maybe 'something' is significant enough that she won't have to leave again - that the next time she goes up in a ship, Finn will be her gunner and they'll be flying with Poe's squadron of X-wings.
(She doesn't think farther or bigger than that - that 'something' could be big enough that maybe it won't involve flying into something combat-shaped at all. She isn't stupid.)]
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What kind of something?
[Her hand blindly finds another scrap from Finn's plate, feeding it into her mouth without a moment's wavering of either her focus of her eye line. If this something was big enough, maybe they'd be sticking around for more than a day or two. A week, maybe. Weeks even. Maybe 'something' is significant enough that she won't have to leave again - that the next time she goes up in a ship, Finn will be her gunner and they'll be flying with Poe's squadron of X-wings.
(She doesn't think farther or bigger than that - that 'something' could be big enough that maybe it won't involve flying into something combat-shaped at all. She isn't stupid.)]