[BB-9 beeps softly, almost with a trembling tone--she doesn't like being stalked, even if she is a metal droid whose programming has been backed up on Rey's MID. She rolls around behind her master, emitting a high-pitched whistle of alarm. Rey gives the droid's head a comforting pat. Nice pet.
His snarky answer makes her brows raise and the corners of her lips turn downward. She's come all the way down here to help him, and he's going to greet her with such impoliteness. Well, two can play at that game. Her response is deadpan:]
I never had a father.
[Then as if nothing odd's happened, she moves closer, the droid rolling close on her heels.]
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His snarky answer makes her brows raise and the corners of her lips turn downward. She's come all the way down here to help him, and he's going to greet her with such impoliteness. Well, two can play at that game. Her response is deadpan:]
I never had a father.
[Then as if nothing odd's happened, she moves closer, the droid rolling close on her heels.]
Let me see.