[ A flicker of hurt — similar to during their previous conversation-slash-bonding over parental issues — crosses her face before she can register it, let alone try to prevent it. Something more honest than he's earned and certainly more than she likes to let anyone see.

Just as quick Brianna's expression turns stern as she approaches him and when she reaches out it's not to do anything with the Force but simply to poke him in the chest. ]

My being difficult is the only reason you're not another faceless stormtrooper right now, let alone still alive. Don't make me regret my assessment of finding you useful.

[ With a huff she moves to walk past him, considering the conversation over. She didn't get shot just to stand there and let him insult her. Clearly his willingness to listen was only on the condition he heard something he wanted to hear. ]

Get some rest, Dameron. We go to the Supremacy tomorrow and your training will begin.