[ 'That's no concern of yours,' snapped Hux. Rey doesn't want to be here for this. There's just a whole lot of testosterone and politics everywhere and she's just a freshman and this is just truly uncanny bullshit. She pushes her little drawstring bag further under the desk and in the process, nudges Poe's ribs. He needs to stop asking questions before Hux starts asking them back. ]

We didn't mean to interrupt … whatever it is you're doing. [ She glances between Hux and the laptop. He grows tense, visibly. 'Nothing.' He slammed closed out of something and slammed the laptop lid shut, turning it back around on the desk. 'Clear out.' ]

Of course, Professor Hux, sir. [ She gets to her feet and pulls Poe with her, shaking her head in the event that he looks concerned for her bag or the test. She's got this. ] We're right behind you.

[ Which forces Hux towards the door with them. ]