[ It suddenly feels very inappropriate to be having this conversation in front of BB-8. But it was a step towards the discussing the very large bantha in the room, and it emboldens her. There's no point in being shy now.
She bites her lower lip, catching it between her teeth while considering her answer. Her hands rest on her hips while she looks away. ]
I'm not... not curious.
[ That feels like a bit of a cop-out. She had, in fact, been more than a little curious. There's just been few opportunities to indulge in that impulse. She turns her eyes back towards him, a slow survey of his most distinct features: his hands, his jaw, his mouth.
He is certainly handsome. Quietly, she'll lay it out there. ]
Would you help me?
[ It feels strange to ask for help. She's usually the one offering it (the memory of a whispered I'll help you rings in the back of her mind) or rebuking it, not actively seeking it out. But, this is decidedly not a solo activity. And she trusts him. That's the important part. ]
no subject
She bites her lower lip, catching it between her teeth while considering her answer. Her hands rest on her hips while she looks away. ]
I'm not... not curious.
[ That feels like a bit of a cop-out. She had, in fact, been more than a little curious. There's just been few opportunities to indulge in that impulse. She turns her eyes back towards him, a slow survey of his most distinct features: his hands, his jaw, his mouth.
He is certainly handsome. Quietly, she'll lay it out there. ]
Would you help me?
[ It feels strange to ask for help. She's usually the one offering it (the memory of a whispered I'll help you rings in the back of her mind) or rebuking it, not actively seeking it out. But, this is decidedly not a solo activity. And she trusts him. That's the important part. ]