[ If she's going to be getting herself stuck in space, she might as well try and entice it with a little fun. Besides, there's little harm in making friends while she's here, especially if the guy's a so-called pilot. That's the sort of guy you want on your side when you get yourself stuck in a pickle. And knowing Kate — well, she's bound to stumble into a lot of those. ]
Let's hope you can back up that confidence.
[ So far, so good, on that not-boring front. Just the opportunity to get out of this stuffy ship into the open space seems like too good a chance. She isn't one to keep still for too long.
Her smile is practically permanent as she follows him onto the large metal hand, snorting a laugh as soon as she's on there. ] Okay, but, really — this mecha stuff? Do you actually know how to work them?
I haven't flown one of them before, if that's what you mean. But I'm pretty sure I can figure it out in a sec.
[ and yeah, he can back up that confidence with plenty of competence in the flying department, so once the hand has lifted them to the cockpit and poe's clambered in, he takes a look around and sits in one of two chairs, already reaching for the controls.
[ And he'll find her at the hangar, at around the same space they'd previously met, even if it's entirely weird to think it's actually been a while since that time. Apparently space stations and intergalatic portals and cute boys with astromech droids were becoming the new "normal". ]
[ and he does: smiling when he sees her, lifting a hand in greeting from a distance already, bb-8 keeping pace with him as he takes large strides to bring him to kate's side. ]
try to keep it that way, please. i think the only way we know it spreads so far is through bodily fluids, so unless you're into making out with plague victims? you should be fine.
i take it you haven't heard much on that front yet.
[ is she fishing for information in her own roundabout way? undoubtedly. ]
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