Solaras gripped her ankles while listening to him. "The databanks for specifics are either single use password locked or arent there at all. It's not something uncommon in our line of work. I report everything directly to Snoke since I don't really exist." The words burned her tongue as she said them, her jaw clenching at her own slip up.

She continued to watch him pace, her eyes following him before rolling. "When you never stop talking it's hard to get you out of my mind."

Her skin pricked as he spoke about his past. It confused her more than anything but she listened, leaning forward a bit like she was taking in each detail. She didn't respond for a moment before she quietly stood and moved to the end of the bed. She stood there for a moment like she was making a decision before she gently sat on the edge of the bed, reaching back and pulling down her hair so it fell heavy against her back and laid back as well- looking at the ceiling. It barely fit them both but they fit none the less. "Alot of things have changed over the years. Mistakes are bound to be made and we learn from them..." She looked over at him with an uptilt of her chin since she was quite a bit shorter than him. "What happened?" It was clear she was curious but if he didn't care to elaborate she was prepared to change the topic.

Once she was laying on the bed as well, he couldn't help but turn towards her and shake his head. "Nah, you clearly exist... I mean someone that isn't real couldn't give me this much of a headache." He smiled a bit as he knew that story time was upon them. "You don't want me out of your mind. It's okay to admit that, you know?"

"I don't even know where to begin. This planet was once targeted to be pulled under the Empire's control. Though it... as you can tell... is mostly home to Republic members, and the former Rebel Alliance. Though, this planet mostly has been kept quiet when it comes to announcing where it's allegiances lie. At first it was thought that it would make a great hideaway planet for the Emperor, yet a few of us were sent here to make sure that everything was fit for him." Joran only shook his head as he sighed a bit.

"I was seventeen at the time, and had just had a bit of a brush-off with the Rebels to begin with. To say they didn't like me is a heavy understatement. Though who couldn't like a guy like me?" He turned his body now so that he was staring up at the ceiling, but was giving her more than enough room on the bed, practically making himself almost fall off in the process. "It was suppose to be a team of four of us that would land planet side, then scope out the major cities, and such."

His left hand moved up to his face and traced the scar that ran across his otherwise normal looking face. "What we didn't know was that we had a traitor in the group. Well, not necessarily a traitor, but someone that was willing to stab us in the back for the bounties on our heads. His idea was he would take a watch, slit our throats in our sleep, and turn us in. Hosnian Prime was the perfect place to do it as he found out relatively fast." The sigh that escaped his lips caused him to shake his head.

"The traitor notified the bastards that we had landed and the the exact place we were staying. He was going to make sure I was alive, the other two were dead. Well... He managed to kill the first guy, which caused me to wake up... all I remember was his knife cutting at my face as I tackled him out of a window... and then soldiers storming the building as we rolled off the side. Our fourth, who was the guy that had practically raised me... Well he decided to hold them off to let me escape after I had managed to snap the bastards neck. Then I remember running."

"Three days I stole from a marketplace, keeping my head down before, trying to find out any information that I could about the area. No higher-ups in the Rebellion were attached to the planet, just that most of the people supported the cause. Though, rumors of a captured spy happened to be leaking. I'm assuming it was to lure any other spies out who dared to attempt a rescue mission. If you think I'm crazy now, you should have seen me back then. I remember catching three or four random guards with their pants down so to speak and stole their weaponry."

Joran's face turned darker for a moment as he closed his eyes for the next part, as if he was reliving the moment. "Coming upon the building they were holding the claimed spy, I heard a scream in pain, and then I remember the blind fury completely taking over. Blackness took hold, and I woke up with plenty of dead rebels in that building. Finding him dead was the last straw that had really sent me over the top. All I remember was calling in for support, then being forced off the planet at some point by storm troopers, who literally had to grab me by the arms and legs and hoist me onto the ship. I wanted to raze the planet. If I had been in control of any massive ship, I'm sure most of this planet would no longer exist."

"The Emperor wasn't happy with the outcome, yet he was grateful we had found a hive of Rebels. Though it ended up becoming a planet we were not able to capture, as there was just too much of a resistance against the Empire. We also gave up on it, taking more of a direct route to attempt to remove the Rebel Alliance... and the rest is history... Sorry to bore you with all the details." He looked over at her as he didn't really know what else to say.

All the while he spoke Solaras stared at the ceiling, taking key notes in her head and yet she couldn't help it. Her browns knit together and her lips turned into a frown. She willed the stinging in her eyes to go away with each passing word. It was nearly impossible so a hand rose to ruba t her eyes-hoping he didn't see the emotions threatening to show themselves.

When he looked over at her it was clear she was still thinking. "Don't say sorry..." she quietly said as she sat up on the bed. She didn't look at him for a moment, the back of her hand wiping away the last droplets from her lashes. "There is no need to say sorry about something like that...but I am sorry that you had to go through that. At least now they are at peace." Those latter words were ones she'd told herself so many times before.

She finally did look over at him trying to smile. "You're a pretty strong person you know that right?" She meant what she was saying as she shimmied her way to the top of the bed. She pressed her back to the bed's backboard before crossing her legs again, patting her legs as she looked at him. A signal for him to rest his head there. When he did her nails gently massaged into his scalp- a gesture she knew she enjoyed so he should too? "You've survived quite a bit and yeah you're a loud mouth but you've made it this far right? Death is not something that can be happy but it is just another step all of us must take." She stared across the room while she massaged his scalp-enjoying the silence for a moment. "Two more days. Two more days and then we leave this planet and tell Snoke it's no good and it's lost to the First Order alright? We can destroy it in the future, yeah?"

"Death can't keep me down. I'm too stubborn to die. Still have a few things I want in my life before I feel like I would even consider it." He could feel the emotion in the air grow heavier, and then she started to move away from him. That was before she made the small patting gesture, and he knew what she had wanted him to do. Curling his own head into her lap, he felt some comfort in her actions as her finger nails started to work through his hair.

"Death isn't going to stop me from living my life. I'm not afraid of it, I embraced it many years ago. I still have much more things keeping me alive, and I won't allow myself to die until everything, I feel, is taken care of." Slowly he tucked one of his arms underneath her knee, almost using her leg like a pillow. For the first moment in a long while, Joran allowed the silence to take over the room as he just lay there, content with the moment.

"We should probably stay a week... You know, just to make sure." Turning his eyes up towards her, he gave her a lopsided smile. "I mean, I'm sure you have some stories you could tell, and the rebels aren't here yet. Not to mention... This might be the best job I have ever been sent on. This has to be the best mission you have been sent on, strictly because I am here." His lips turned up into a smile as he started to rub his head into her leg in a very cat-like manner.

Solaras was at a lose of words as he spoke about accepting death, she too had followed in those same steps. Although, she lived her life out of spite. Out of the sheer desire to live a life that meant something and not die in some room where no one would find the body until she was too far gone. She shivered as he adjusted slightly to use her leg as a pillow, something of a soft hum coming from the back of her throat as she looked down at him- studying his face while still rubbing circles and dragging her nails through his oddly soft hair.

An eyebrow popped in her signature way when the extra week was mentioned. Red flags of duties and jobs sounded off in her head but she pushed them away as his words invaded her ears. "You just want to spend more time with me in a tiny room don't you? It's alright, you can admit it. I don't judge...most of the time." She teased as a real smile spread across her lips. She curled over herself more, her hair falling over her shoulders as she gently scratched under his chin, "There there little kitten." She mused further still with a smile.

"Since it's still story time.." She paused clearly unsure of her words at this point. Solaras straightened her back up while one hand still lingered in his hair and the other absently running her nails back and forth under his chin ever so lightly, her eyes shifting away and the slightest blush across her cheeks, "...is there a story you'd like to hear about? One I could tell?" It was plain as day she wasn't used to sharing about herself but in this room, on this planet, she felt it might be alright.

"I mean, I wanted a bigger room, but this was what we were given, I even tried to use my frequent flier miles to upgrade." Joran felt the smile that had appeared through the tone in her voice. It was one of those infectious smiles that just plastered his own grin across his face. "I wouldn't be in this room with anyone else." He looked up and winked at her while the kitten comment caused a small red hue to cross his face for only a moment.

Getting comfortable even more, he felt his own body moving closer to hers, while he slowly pulled himself more into her lap in a completely teasing way. "I guess that makes me your pet... and normally I would be offended by that, but I guess I could make an exception." It definitely was this planet, and this room that was causing all of this. He chuckled softly as he realized that was kind of already true based on her finding out about his Force Sensitivity. "I mean... I guess that's probably how Snoke sees us."

"Tell me whatever you want to tell me, and then you can ask me for another story." Feeling her nails softly run underneath his chin, he almost wanted to purr just because of the kitten joke, but he refrained from now. This had been the closest to a person he had ever been. Normally it would be a few witty comments, but he was notorious for wanting to work solo mostly, nor did he ever really want stragglers in his missions.

A soft chuckle escaped her as she too realized he was right about Snoke seeing them as pets. It was almost creepy but then again she understood why he would look at them like that. After Order 66 Force Sensitives were a very rare commodity. "Well so long as we obey him, to some form of it anyways, then he treats us well." It was a casual statement but a realization none the less.

Her hands switched from scratching him to following his jaw line and down his neck. She simply followed the natural curves to his body only to return up top and follow it again. Solaras had never really been this close, physically, to someone so it was odd for her and somewhere in the back of her mind she watched for any sign of him being uncomfortable. She stared across the room in thought as her hands continued to run through his hair, down the sides of his face, and down his neck. It was almost a massage style of movement.

A small smile spread across her face as a story came to mind.

"So, fun fact, I'm from Courscant. When I was a little girl I remember my mother telling me about all the places in the Galaxy that she'd read about in the little holopad she cared for so dearly." She turned her head down to look at him again though her hazel eyes not really focusing on him- dilated as she thought about her memories. "She used to read to me when she was home from her job and tell me allllll about stars and planets and all kinds of things she was interested in. My mother was a very smart woman, too smart for her own good some times." Her throat clenched a moment before she continued.

"So there was this one day when she and I went out into orbit. She'd been saving up and I had just started working at the House so I had a few extra credits to help, and we stayed in orbit on a ship-which, looking back it was probably the ship of one of her clients- and watched Corascant for a full rotation. We watched the planet shine and sparkle- even all the way from orbit- in the day time and shine like million or billions of tiny suns in the darkness. That was my first ever experience with space." She smiled again but her glazed over eyes began to well up. "I still think it was the single most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She quietly added as tears dropped down onto Joran. Her face was calm and the tears just came.

It took her a moment to realize she'd been crying- snapping upwards and pulling her hands away from him. Her cheeks were flared red as she used the hem of her shirt to wipe away the liquid. The action showed her midsection but the embarrassment of crying had been more than enough to let the thought slip her mind. "I'm sorry. I didn't- I shouldn't have done that." She questioned between furious wipes of her face trying to make it stop at the cost of her reddened skin.

The way her hand moved across his skin was entirely soothing to him. He felt the tension inside of his body slowly slipping from his entire body just by the small motions of her hands. The motions had actually caused him to curl up a bit tighter to her for a moment as he felt his breath catch in the back of his throat for a moment. Joran realized he completely trusted her, which was something he didn't believe anyone else in the Galaxy could actually say.

Once she started to speak of her mother, he looked up at her, noticing the far-off look to her eyes that was slowly entering her eyes. Her throat had tightened, but he felt it wouldn't be right to speak at the moment. Slowly though, he was pulling himself off of her lap and was now sitting beside her. The moment she was describing was such a wonderful moment, he could see it in her eyes. He could feel the wet tears fall onto him as he just slowly snaked his left arm behind her.

Without running into too much resistance, or at least he hoped she would, he pulled her softly into his lap, letting his legs move to the sides of her legs, while embracing her tightly. Laying his chin over her shoulder, his cheek pressed softly against hers as he slowly laced his fingers with hers. "Do not apologize. You are safe here." He whispered softly into her ear as he closed his eyes while pulling her a little closer, just to make sure she knew it was okay.

Muscles all through her body tensed as she felt him shift and slip and arm behind her, eventually pulling her into his lap. Her heart was clenching tightly in her chest and her throat burning more with each passing second. A frown on her face now and her brows pushed towards one another as she tried, in vain, to resist the tears.

The close contact of his cheek on hers and his hand in hers is what broke her. She leaned into him and pulled their laced hands towards her chest where her other hand tightly grasped it. It was clear now she was shaking and openly crying. She hadn't cried like that in years....perhaps now was time for it to happen. She whimpered in response to his words.

Despite her dislike for physical contact she couldn't help but lean into him more. For once, in a very long time, she felt safe. She felt warm even if she was crying over a broken heart of her mother. "I couldn't save her." She choked out. She only shook more. "I couldn't save my mother and she's dead because of me." She sniffled as she pressed their hands to her lips before speaking again with her eyes closed. "I promised her I would take her all over the galaxy when I was older. I never wanted her to live in that damn slum house again and yet I couldn't save her." Sol had no idea why she was saying all of this but the clenching on her heart eased up just a bit.

While he could feel her body tense in his arms, that didn't stop him from sliding down in the bed, embracing her entirely as he did so. He could feel she needed this moment, and he was going to let her have the moment. The weight of the world seemed to be on her shoulders, and now he wanted to help her carry those burdens that plagued her. Carefully he pulled the blankets over them, not caring if they had a system in place, as he wanted her to feel like she was protected from any possible outside force at the moment.

Slowly he tuned to where she was facing him, so he could wrap his arms directly around her. His free hand slowly moved up to her chin, while her gently thumbed away at her tears. "Let it all out... I'm here for you Sol." He whispered softly into her ear as he refused to let her go at this point. He clutched onto her as if she was his lifeline. He clung to her while listening to her speak as he didn't know what else to do for her other than to just hold her.

Joran could feel the heartbreak in her voice, in the way her body was letting it seep out. He pulled her that much tighter as if he wanted to absorb her pain so that she didn't have to feel it anymore. His heart was slowly breaking just seeing someone that he knew as as strong woman have to bare this burden alone. "You don't have to keep it pent up anymore, okay?" He whispered softly as he brushed his lips against her forehead, just trying to do anything to reassure her.

Maybe this was why they had met? Maybe they both needed each other to heal old scars. Maybe this was the universe throwing two people together so that they could help each other survive?00000000

The sensation of the blankets over her bare arms went unnoticed while the feeling of Joran so close and pressed against her was all she could really feel. She didn't care that he moved them. She didn't care that he held her. She didn't care that he wiped away her tears even though she couldn't look at him. She feared what she would see- she feared his pity. It was something that made her stomach churn while the tears fell.

Her skin pricked hot as he pressed his lips and words into her forehead. She believed him, she didn't sense he was lying to her. Something of a choked laugh escaped her as she kept her eyes closed, pushing her face into his neck a bit more. "You must think I'm pathetic, huh. Mighty Knight who can't even keep it together on a stake out mission." Her words were cutting but only towards herself. Her body betrayed her as she moved as close as she would manage towards him under the sheets. He was safety. He was warmth. Two things she so desperately craved though she'd yet to even admit it to herself.

"I would never think of you as pathetic. How long have you kept this to yourself? How long have you blamed yourself?" Joran asked softly as he looked down at her, his hand softly caressing her face. "I see a person who needs a shoulder to lean on." His voice softened a bit more as he unlaced his fingers from hers for the moment, now using both his hands to wipe at her tears for the moment. His face was buried now in her hair a bit as he continued to press his lips against the top of her head.

"You have precious memories. No one should ever be considered pathetic for that." Moving his neck a bit, he allowed her more access to his neck so she could bury her face further into it. He could feel her entire body now pressed fully up against him. Slowly he moved his left hand around her, softly making circles on her back to try and allow her to feel some comfort. "I'm not going anywhere, alright? If you want to talk about it... I'll always listen. I promise." He lift his hand up and held out a pinkie, just to try and get her to smile.

Bitter thoughts spread through her mind and she did try to keep that at bay as much as she could. The shaking going through her body had eased now as Joran warmed her and kept her close. The smile on her face hidden from his sight as the deep vibrations of his voice reverberated through her. She took a deep breath, attempting to steady herself and ease the already slowing tears.

She peeked out from her spot and saw him raising a pinkie. Her heart swelled a moment at the action- it was one she did as a child. She hesitated for a moment before a soft chuckle came from her, her own smaller pinkie wrapping around his own. She kept her pinkie wrapped around his as she adjusted her position so she could look at him from under the sheets.

"Who'd have thunk it." Sol arched a brow and wiped away the last of her tears from her red eyes, "The Smuggler extraordinaire Joran Jace is a big softie who makes pinkie promises." An actual laugh escaped her as she moved back towards him again. "At least you smell nice." She absently said as she just...stayed there. If she could just stay under there with him for the rest of her life she would be fine with that.

The ringing in her ears could only be endured for so long before she spoke again, "You know how I said I didn't exist? I really don't. My file never existed in the first place and when you look up Solaras Apontha all that comes up is my political history. My file says I'm from Naboo not a whore house in Coruscant. It says my mother and father were killed in a star ship accident. I don't know how my father is and my mother was an escort who died at the hands of her kid when she tried to stop her mother's boss from choking her to death when she said she was stealing credits from him.. The kid lost her control and electrocuted them to death. It was an accident of course but an event that happened none the less. " She spoke in a clinical manner- it was easier for her to detach herself from the situation that way. "It also says I graduated out of one of the First Order academies... I never actually went to school. I taught myself after 'He' took me in. I had tutors but they were all droids."

She didn't know why she was saying all of this but somewhere in her heart she just wanted to share with him and hoped he would do the same with her. She trusted him.

"I could say the same about you." Joran's soft smile just seemed to radiate for a moment as he contently allowed his arms to wrap around her once more, this time in a softer embrace than he had been giving her just moments before. "The smuggler extraordinaire has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" He whispered in such a teasing manner than he couldn't help but to place his cheek against the top of her head as they just lay in the bed. It was almost therapeutic to him, knowing someone was there to listen to him, and being able to listen to her and help her through the pain. Well, that was what he hoped at least was happening.

"You exist to me. You can't change the past, but you can live for the future. A file is just a file. It doesn't tell you everything you need to know about a person. I mean, I can't imagine my file has a spot that I am such a sucker to pinkie promises." Softly moving his left hand up, he slowly started to run a finger through the strands of her hair, his fingers softly massaging her scalp as he did so. He didn't exactly know how to comfort her through the part where she told him what had happened to her mother, but that didn't stop him from what he was doing.

"I don't even remember my parents. I just remember existing at some point, fighting to make it day in and day out. Petty theft, running from some of the locals on Lothal. Getting into fights with the adults that did catch me. They would always yell thing like, "Where the hell are your parents?" or "Who the hell is raising you kid?" It never seemed to end when they started the chase. I remember right around when I guess I turned nine.. I don't even know my own birthday to be honest... Some guy just grabbed me before I could steal something. He dragged me away from the area, and I thought this was the time I was going to be killed for my crimes." Joran looked down into her eyes for a moment and sighed. "That was the day I started learning how to fire blasters. By the age of ten I could fire any type of blaster, by eleven I had already killed someone with intention to kill that person. Twelve I was in full Mandalorian Armor that made me appear taller than I was, different from the Storm Troopers gear."

"Thirteen I was deemed a traitor to the Rebel Alliance, even though I had only done one thing for them, and that was because the person training me believed in going to the side whoever offered the most credits. Though that ended up giving us a permanent residency with the Empire. Sometimes I feel like I was bred to be a warrior, always fighting. I'm more Mercenary than Smuggler at heart, but I always seemed to be given the title Smuggler over merc. That file... It doesn't have the confirmed kills before I was in the First Order does it? I know the Empire never kept anything about me down, as the two of us were more secret members, since the planets that remained neutral believed we should be killed on sight, after the murder of Senator. They refused to take a side though.. though it was obvious they more supported the Rebels..."

The longer he spoke the harder she listened. At one point she actually pulled away from him to watch him as he returned the favor and massaged her own head, it was extremely soothing to her. Solaras wasnt quite sure how to comfort him but something told her to listen and not speak.

"Its like you said...a file is just a file. The past doesnt mstter anymore." Her hands rose to gently touch his face, small hands on either sides of his cheeks. She stared intently at him as her thumbs rubbed lightly back and forth against his stubbled skin.

"Both of us do what must be done to survive. We are both acting of our free will and nothing would change that. We have both done less than savory things and therr is no denying that." She shifted under the sheets so she could be a tad higher than him, her lips pressing lightly into his own forehead.

She quietly whispered, "What matters is right here and right now. Not what happened when you were ten or eleven or thirteen. Not what happened when you were barely in this universe. What matters is that you are safe and living and breathing and alive." She gently pulled his head towads her chest, cradling it lightly. "You are important Joran and you matter to me."

"I wouldn't change anything that happened, as it's made me who I am today. I wouldn't be in the situation I am in if I changed any of it. A lot of it's unsavory, but without it... I wouldn't be the most charming man in the universe, right?" Feeling Solaras slowly cradle his head, he contently allowed his heartbeat to slow, along with his breathing pace. "Do you believe everything was suppose to happen to get us to a certain point in time?" He asked softly as he wondered more outloud than really knowing what he was exactly saying.

Suddenly a blaring noise come from the motion detector that Joran had setup at the beginning of their stakeout had been tripped. Immediately he was up off of her and at the window trying to spy down to where he had placed it. What he saw angered him beyond anything could possibly have angered him. "Oh you have to be fucking shitting me!" He kicked the wall without even thinking about what had happened. "FUCK!" He tensed his arms as he tried to calm himself down.

Down below in the streets were a few kids playing kick the can, where the can had hit just the perfect spot to trip the motion sensor he had placed around the building they were staking out. "Damn kids.... Ugh!" He threw his hands up in defeat as he allowed the anger to mellow out a bit. "Do you want something to eat? I'm going to go get something." This was his way of being incredibly angry, and not wanting her to see just how mad he was.

"Most charming man in the world huh?" She chuckled before falling silent in thought. Her mentality was something of shit happens and that was it. She tried to find a proper set of words to explain that but the intense beeping sent him out of bed and her following after.

She moved to a standing position ready to move at his word. However, as he expained it was just children she didnt even become angry. Instead she laughed-quite loudly infact. She was not trying to insult him by any means but for this to happen after he questioned if things happened for a reason. It was hilarious. "I dont know about you but if things happen for a reason then the galaxy is messing with you." She laughed more when she took in his appearance,"Id love food but you might wanna..." she gestured to the full length mirror across the room.

He was clearly disheveled with lose hair that stuck oddly and clothing not sitting just right. Kind of like hed just sprinted out of bed. She was just, if not more, disheaveled as him. Her too pulled up from trying to get out quickly, her hair full and down her back, her eyes were still a tad red as she smiled. "I guess you could say we did roll around in the sheets a bit." She moved towards the mirror attemptimg to brush out her hair with her fingers and adjusting her clothing so her body was covered again. She looked at him in the mirror, "What kind of food do you want Mister Most Charming Man in the Universe?"

The past three days had been entirely uneventful, with both of them going back into the same rhythm they had before the moment the both needed three days prior. Of course they had been more open with each other since that moment, and occasionally he would slid his hand into hers and give it a firm squeeze just to signify that he would listen if she needed to talk again. He'd tailored every meal to her taste since he had been the one getting the food mostly, something he wanted to keep up since he had learned her tastes the day they had went out together.

Though today was a bit different as he they were shifting their details up, with her taking first watch, he had made sure the seat was turned around and had requested that she sit in the seat backwards. Once she had straddled the seat, he started the movements that he had been wanting to do since that night they had lay in the bed together for what seemed like hours, even if he had only been mere moments. His hands slowly moved over her shoulders, slowly kneading her shoulders to work out any sort of knots that she had there. What he hadn't mentioned to her was the oil he had possibly stolen the night before on the food run, so that he could give her this delicate little massage, something of a thank you for putting up with him.

He continued the soft kneading of her shoulders for a while, getting a little more stronger in the way he moved his hands if he found any knots. "Back?" Was the only word he actually said, wanting to know if she wanted him to continue the massage or not. He didn't know how receptive she was to this sort of thing, though he wanted to make sure she didn't feel overly stressed since they had been stuck in this forsaken building for days now, with no signs of anything really particular happening. He knew he was getting a bit stir-crazy, so he could only imagine how she was taking it.

The longer and longer that the pair were cooped up in the damn room the more and more Solaras wished something would happen. Literally anything could happen and she'd be fine with it. It was a bit easier to bare with someone else with her due to the fact that Sol utterly hated prolonged silence and his mouth never stopped-she was thankful for that aspect about him for once. That and he did pay attention to things about her that made her feel a bit odd inside but nothing bad...happy almost.

She'd straddled the seat as instructed, this time she wore a simple black tank top with lose black pants that tightened around her ankle. She pulled her hair into an updo on the top of her head as his hands went to work. Her arms crossed over the back of the chair with her head resting on them as she watched outside of the window, groaning as he increased his pressure over certain parts of her shoulders.

"Joran..." she carefully said as she remained entreily still, "...what is on your hands?"

She didn't have a moment to hear as her head perked up, her focus now on par with her standard. Her right hand reached around to come into contact with his thigh, hitting it to get his focus. "Looks like we have company Joran." She pressed further into the chair as her other hand extended, a facial recognition device flying into it. She tapped the screen as the faces of several peoples entering into the building began to appear on the left hand side of screen as the device searched through all known First Order data banks. A smirk appeared on her face as she glanced behind her to Joran.

"At least we are going to be able to go back with some kind of action under our belts." She mused as she faced forward again. So far there were 3 known members who entered inside and the number was slowly growing as being tried to subtly slip into the doors.

Just before he could reply to her what was on his hands, he felt the tap on his thigh. Everything focused ahead and out the window as he stare directly over at the area that was ahead of them. People we slipping in alright, more than he had anticipated. Watching the scanning device fly over to her hand, he sighed as he placed his hands on her shoulders while placing his chin on the top of her head. The sheer concentration of his face for the moment started to change as his eyes seemed to gloss over, almost as if they were unfocused.

However, that was the opposite of what was happening. He was taking in every detail about the people that he saw, his vision seemingly enhanced for the moment. The strain that he was enduring for the moment, however, was causing his hands to clasp down a bit on her involuntarily. Everything around him grew quiet as he the details etched themselves into his mind. They wouldn't need the database, as he would remember each of these people.

Without giving her much warning, his hands moved off of her shoulders, as he softly pushed the chair just a bit over, so he could stand at the window to look down at them, yet he wasn't actually looking down at them anymore. His back was to the window, as he slid down the wall to where his head was just below the window, while having opened it just a tiny bit. The sheer amount of strain that seemed to be tearing through his body seemed to be worth it to him at the moment.

His nose had started to slightly bleed just a little bit, but now his eyes were closed. His breath seemed to be getting more and more strained, as his chest continued to slowly rise and fall at irregular times. "I can hear them..." He whispered in a such a pained voice that it sounded like he needed help to even speak.