[ So her grown-ass thirty-year-old professor is an infant. And any hope she has of mediating this weird conflict between him and Poe, which she's now feeling obligated to because of the way Poe helped her out, rests squarely on the shoulders of digging at why he's such an infant. She gives up on her "Leia Organa" search and swaps to "Mom." Nothing. "Mother." Nothing.
"Uncle"? Nothing.
She opens a Chrome window and scrolls through his email. Boring boring boring. His officemate Armitage Hux is in here plenty. Some woman named Phasma. Who the hell names their kid Phasma? She doesn't think on it too long. ]
Alright. I'll do it. [ She pulls open the Terminal. ] If that's what you really want, I'll do it.
[ Brick the laptop, that is. It's not hard. She'll barely break a sweat doing it. But she looks up at him, eyes wide and soft. She didn't like using her skills to help Plutt do bad-wrong things. She isn't going to like doing it for Poe, but at least Poe had earned it. Not demanded it. ]
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"Uncle"? Nothing.
She opens a Chrome window and scrolls through his email. Boring boring boring. His officemate Armitage Hux is in here plenty. Some woman named Phasma. Who the hell names their kid Phasma? She doesn't think on it too long. ]
Alright. I'll do it. [ She pulls open the Terminal. ] If that's what you really want, I'll do it.
[ Brick the laptop, that is. It's not hard. She'll barely break a sweat doing it. But she looks up at him, eyes wide and soft. She didn't like using her skills to help Plutt do bad-wrong things. She isn't going to like doing it for Poe, but at least Poe had earned it. Not demanded it. ]