Ben stirred slowly, awoken not by Rey's light footsteps, but maybe her gaze. He shifted and curled tighter, arm pulling around his head. He pushed his head into the soft bit of the ship he was lying in, then realized that something was off. There was light shining against his eyelids.

He started awake, ready to be facing down a misplaced mirror - what else would cause light to shine into his shrouded little sleeping nook? - and found himself instead staring at the inside of the fighter. Across from him was the girl, Rey. He swallowed, startled. She had a cup in her hand and was watching him. The slate was next to her, and he could see the letters written on there from here.

Carefully, he sat up, glancing around nervously. He nodded to Rey once, then settled back, unsure. She had his slate, and while he had to pee, it wasn't urgent enough that he couldn't wait a bit longer.