He means well; his assurance is even welcome. But guilt still grips its dirty fingers around Rey's heart that she brings such things up at all. Reopens the wounds that are still fresh in both of them.
"Right. Anyway..." She shakes her head, refocusing her attention on the screen in front of her. "We actually managed to figure out how to put together something that'll help me interface with your gear, but I'll need your help."
From a drawer in the desk, Rey extracts a long cord. One end is fashioned to hook up to the hardware itself, but the other end is a needle, half an inch in length, that appears to connect to something else.
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Date: 2017-08-25 02:27 am (UTC)"Right. Anyway..." She shakes her head, refocusing her attention on the screen in front of her. "We actually managed to figure out how to put together something that'll help me interface with your gear, but I'll need your help."
From a drawer in the desk, Rey extracts a long cord. One end is fashioned to hook up to the hardware itself, but the other end is a needle, half an inch in length, that appears to connect to something else.