It was probably lucky for Kura that at that moment, Ben was thinking about food. The nausea was starting to fade, so he was, at that moment, thinking longingly about the rolls the Resistance's kitchen always had hot on hand, stuffed with cheese and meat and vegetables. It was rather simple food, but along with the food he was thinking about eating with his friends, the base's pilots and techs.

Then he sighed, quietly. He'd never see any of them again. Even if he was General Organa's son, they weren't going to stage an attack on the First Order's flagship in order to retrieve a single Guide. And currently, he didn't have enough information to be able to even start coming up with a plan to escape.