[ A brow arches at his scowl. It doesn't bother her; she knows she'll be seeing plenty of it.

Kylo approaches with purposeful strides, turning off and sheathing her lightsaber. As she nears she can feel his hate, practically tangible in the air between them. It puts a private little smile on her face, pleased that she'd affected him so deeply. She's looking forward to sinking her power into his mind again and taking a leisurely stroll through all the things he'd love to keep from her.

Once close enough she reaches out and simply takes the blaster away from him, tossing it harmlessly out of reach. Her eyes drift over Poe in search of other weapons as she takes a slow walk around him. ]

So defiant. You really are the poster child for the Resistance.

[ When she stops in front of him she's in his personal space, a wordless example of her dominance over the situation. ]

It's going to be so satisfying when you break. And you will. You'll bow to me and beg for mercy, and I will take from you whatever I want.

No traitorous stormtrooper is going to save you this time. No one is going to save you.