Although intriguing, Jamis did not continue to eavesdrop on Hux and Kylo's plan in weeding out the Rebellion, instead she headed to the hangar where she expected her ship would still be. From the window of the corridor facing the landing bay, she saw that the Stellar Wind remained untouched since the past few days, she went for the lift and made her way to the floor. As soon as she got off the elevator, she walks up to the entrance ramp and hits the button for it to open. The door hissed as it lowered to the floor, without waiting for it to fully touch the ground, Jamis hopped in and went for the main power hatch—before she could, she snagged the toolbox from the compartment in the cockpit and then headed for the hatch.

One of the floorboards is the opening that leads to the network of wires, cables, and outlets that source from the main hatch. Fortunately, for her, she could easily fit into the labyrinthine hatch without the risk of having a bad back afterwards. Minutes of poring through dust-caked cables and outlets, she accidentally kicked her wrench a few inches away from her when she was about to turn around to get the tool.

"Oh great," she scoffed at herself, frustrated, until she remembered her training earlier. She wondered if she tore down that Force wall from the door where Kylo was hiding, she could easily pull in that wrench back into her hand.

"Okay, focus." She told herself, and slowly, she raised her hand with her palm positioned as if holding something and drew all her concentration on the wrench.

It shuddered, it clattered on the metal grates, and it gradually inched closer to her; when she noticed it inching, she was delighted and poured more concentration to it—one would think, she may be overdoing it with that kind of effort she is exerting. It shortly became her undoing.

THUNGK!

The wrench was pulled in too much that it punched her left cheekbone.

The impact made her stumble back and she hoped that the clanging did not draw any attention from the outside—although given how hollow and empty the ship is, the sound may have traveled way out—dazed from the hit, it took a few blinks for her to lose the swirling vision before her eyes. She sat up and sighed in great self-induced vexation. She gently touched the part of her cheek where the wrench had landed and she winced as she attempted to press it slightly. That is obviously going to leave a mark.

"Okay, this is getting a bit overwhelming." Jamis muttered.

Nonetheless, she finished her habitual maintenance of the ship and after she was done on the underground power hatch, she walked to the cockpit and checked the control board to see if everything was in order. After that, she headed outside and climbed up the flat roof of the ship to check on the exterior for any scorches, dents, or lost plate covers—or if any of the technicians had tampered or altered the wirings underneath the plates. This time, she intentionally left the toolbox on the ground for her to try using the Force again to hoist it up. Of course, she was more cautious than earlier, she tried not to overdo it this time especially since pilots, Stormtroopers, and mechanics are roaming around the hangar floor—not to mention the commanders in the platforms overseeing the day's progress.

Jamis tried to calm down first. Then, she positioned her hands directly at the toolbox on the ground—it shuddered like the wrench but given that it had more weight than the wrench, she anticipated that it would shudder as her mental grip would not be that firm yet. She relaxed and closed her eyes, letting the Force flow—as Kylo says it—within her. Not long after, the toolbox gingerly landed next to her feet, she loosened up and opened her eyes, she saw the result of her effort sitting by her shoes. Proud of herself, she smiled, and proceeded to do her maintenance check.

She did not notice that Kylo had been watching her from the window. He observed how she hoisted the toolbox up to the roof of her freighter. He sensed a bit of a struggle in terms of concentration. He sighed to himself and headed to the hangar. As soon as he got closer to the ship and Jamis, he stood there waiting for her to notice him.

"What are you doing?" asked Kylo in a softer, less scary tone of voice.

"Oh hey there, prince, I'm just rectifying whatever your technicians did to my ship." Said Jamis, thus acknowledging his presence.

"You doubt the quality of work that my crew has to offer?"

"Well, I don't exactly know them for me to put my trust into their handiwork, right?"

Kylo did not speak after that, he Force-pulled a stepladder and placed it by the rim of the exterior and climbed up. He bent and knelt beside Jamis, examining what she is doing, and noticed the bruise on her cheekbone.

"What happened to your face?"

"Just accidentally bumped into something," she replied without looking at him in the eye and continued to work.

He gently held her chin with his fingers and turned her head to face him. He got a better look of the bruise—it has become a purple blotch on her face a few minutes prior to him arriving to the hangar—and Jamis was surprised by the gesture because the last contact she has had with him was a kick to the abdomen during training.

The touch was obviously new to Jamis, she tried to not act surprised but her eyes betrayed her—she hoped that Kylo did not see that.

"Ah, it's not that serious, it will be gone in a week." He reassured.

"I'll just patch it up with bacta later," Jamis added.

Jamis gently pulled away from Kylo's hold and resumed her work, she did not dismiss him straightforwardly but her action signaled that he can leave her—but he did not.

"Don't you have someplace to be?" Jamis chided without looking at him again.

"Not that I can think of."

Jamis realized that he was attempting to make a deadpan humor statement only for it to sound like he was serious and stern, so she disregarded his answer and continued with her welding and just let him be. To the pass the time, Kylo decided to sit on the edge of the ship's roof and let his legs dangle as he catches glimpses of Jamis working from time to time.

"Tell me what's troubling you to the point that you look at me every ten minutes." sighed Jamis.

"You're thinking about something—your thoughts are quite loud—and I can't help but hear them," said Kylo.

"So you know every word that my mind is saying?"

He shook his head and clarified, "No, I only hear the rumbles—not exactly the words or sentences—but the feeling is there."

"Of course." She said as she rolled her eyes and continued with the welding.

There was a brief silence between them before either of them decided to open up and break the silence. Jamis was too busy finishing her mechanical work while Kylo had particularly nothing important to do at the moment.

"You're not exactly the master when it comes to starting conversations, huh, Ren?" said Jamis, with half the snide.

"No, as a matter of fact, I'm not," Kylo replied but a thought came into his mind shortly after, "However, I have been wondering—where did you come from? Who taught you how to use those lightsabers? Were you always a bounty hunter?"

Jamis stopped mid-work, she put down her torch, and turned her attention to Kylo—she took a good long look at him and sighed. Of course, she did not expect him to throw her that much questions in a single sentence.

"I'll tell you later… when I'm finished." Softly, she said before resuming to her work.

Kylo was taken aback by the tone of voice she used—there was something, a feeling that he cannot name, in her voice—and so he waited, but he continued to watch; he noticed the expression in her eyes, it seemed heavy, as if they were shouting that there is a burden she is carrying. His questions must have prompted her to think about what to answer—what is she going to say?

Minutes later, Jamis was already finishing up her work on the circuits underneath one of the exterior plates. She fixed back in the screws and put away her tools.

"Okay, I guess that's about it," she sighed in relief, then she turned to Kylo, she remembered that he had questions for her—so she laid back and propping her arms behind her. "Oh, that's right, I remember—you still got questions for me. Are we really gonna talk about it here on top of my ship or do you wanna come inside? I don't think you're comfortable with displaying yourself in front of your crew."

He did not speak.

"I guess… you're all right with here?"

Again, he did not speak. He just stared at her with the visor of his mask reflecting her face.

She sighed.

"Alright, wise guy, here or inside? Anyway, the sound of drills and machines just kinda ruins the mood of whatever it is you're trying to pull—so I guess the best choice is to just really come inside the ship. Let's go."

She climbed down the stepladder, as she got to the floor, she looked up and waited for Kylo to get down from the roof of the ship; when he joined her back on the ground, she led him inside the Stellar Wind—specifically into the lounge where the couch and dejarik table is.

"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable," Jamis gestured to the couch and left for a while to return her tools.

Little does she know that Kylo had already taken his personal tour into her ship—back when she was still imprisoned in that cramped cell—but he decided to take another good look at it and get a feel of being inside another freighter ship, only this time, not as a child but as a full-grown adult.

"Do you want anything to drink? I got some Jawa beer, Pallie wine, Cassius tea, Ruby bliel—all from my travels of hunting, of course, one of the perks, really—there's some Corellian drinks here too, and my personal favorite: Mandalorian wine. I haven't exactly restocked since, you know, I'm stuck here." She snickered while stating that fact.

"No, I… I don't want anything." Kylo replied.

"Suit yourself, but you know Corellia tends to make some of the smoothest drinks around—I mean, this is my personal take on it, don't know if you got your own preferences," she said while searching something to drink for herself. "She's not much but she was my home for as long as I can remember." She added, loudening her voice so he could hear her through the hollow corridors of the ship.

When Jamis returned with a glass of Corellian ale in hand, she sat down in the couch facing him across with the small table standing between them. Of course, with Jamis being in her own ship, she decided to slump against the backrest as if she was sinking but that is just her savoring the rare comfort of her ship that her bedroom does not have.

Kylo noticed the drink in her hand, he did not want to show that he noticed, but he has recognized the drink whenever his family had gatherings and his parents were especially fond of it—his father, Han, introduced it as one of the best drinks in Corellia and that it was a type of ale—he remembers that he used to sneak a sip of the taste and see what makes it so likable for his parents.

A young boy would not still have the taste buds for alcohol, obviously. That is common knowledge. He remembered that it was bitter, it stung in the mouth and tongue if you did not swallow it right away just before the aftertaste begins to kick in, and it was fizzy enough for the bubbles to foam in the mouth.

"So you're interested where did a little ragtag like me come from?"

Jamis shifted in her seat and took a deep breath, "I was born in Corellia. I literally grew up there. Until, we eventually moved from planet to planet until I can't really remember all the planets we've lived in… anywhere that's livable, I guess—but I will always be Corellian. Although I have always noticed that… it seemed like we were running away from something or someone. I just never bothered to ask because what do I know? I'm just a kid tagging along with her parents."

"Were they bounty hunters too?"

Jamis took a quick sip from her ale before she spoke, she shook her head in response, "No, not my father," but she pointed the bottle in-hand at him, "In fact, my mother was the hunter and my dad was the smuggler and pilot. They were the ones who taught me how to fight and how to drive a ship."

Again, there was that brief silence between Jamis and Kylo, when Jamis noticed that he had been quiet, she offered him an ounce of the ale. She took another glass and poured a portion of her drink to the glass.

"Here," she attempted to Force-push the glass toward him, the movement of her fingers were slow but fluid and the glass glided gently towards his wrist, "Try it, I think you deserve just a bit of slack."

She chuckled, watching Kylo pick up the small glass and anticipated a sip from him.

"You've never had a taste of that, haven't you?" she snickered but realized that the joke was not really for the mood looming around them. "Go ahead, take a sip."

The taste was evidently new to Kylo. The bitterness was sharp, the flavor bursts in the mouth, and once swallowed, the liquid just leaves a slight graze at the wall of the throat. Kylo pursed his lips, his nose crinkled, and he grunted with an ambiguous expression—it was a mix between distaste and the feeling of tasting something new but bitter.

Jamis immediately realized that Kylo was never exposed to this sort of drink, but even if she did not mean ill-will—no matter how childish or snarky it is—the words coming off of her mouth always sound like she is being sarcastic. A habit dying hard.

"Well, here's a man who's never tasted the good stuff. Do they always serve you blue milk here?"

"I… I'm just not used to it."

"Right," she nodded.

"How's the bruise?"

She shrugged. "This? It's fine," Then she waited for him to recover from the flavor of the ale. "So, what did the Rebellion did to you guys?"

Kylo's head shot up, looking through the translucent visor of his mask he looked at her straight in the eye. For once, he did not know what to tell her—if he tried, she might call out his bluff or sense his uneasiness—and so he chose to stay quiet.

"Don't wanna talk about it, huh?" Jamis nodded, realizing that she was walking along the line of Kylo's little barrier, "Alright. Sorry, didn't mean to pry anyway. I was just curious."

To save herself from the awkwardness, she took a quick chug of the ale until only a fourth is left inside the glass. Each time either of them is finished talking or have nothing else to say, there is always the silence hanging around them, urging them to speak to one another about anything that comes into mind; but Jamis seemed to be caught in the moment of taking a good long look at Kylo—she observes the small dents and scratches on the surface, how dull the shine on the metal lining has become, and how he tends to fiddle with his gloved hands every time he is around her, as if he is piling up all the tension in his grasp.

She knows that even if she points that out, he will deny it—like he always does—and would just make up another excuse to mask it. She mentally scoffed at the very thought of it—his habit of denying.

The silence has loomed longer than the moments prior. It gave Jamis some time to relish and gander at her ship, then she spotted her old toy: a T2 remote droid. After that blunder with the wrench in the circuit path, she became more careful and precautious with using the Force. She focused her gaze on the T2 sitting on the stool in the med bay across where she is sitting which was at least a meter far. Jamis positioned her hand, slightly curled her fingers, and motioned her hand as if luring in the thing to her grasp. It fluttered upwards, as soon as she has control of its levitation, her fingers danced and curled, reeling in the little device until it glided across the air, following the invisible line leading to Jamis's hand; Kylo's eyes followed the direction of the T2 and he was already judging her usage and methods, he waited until the T2 landed in her grasp—when it did, gingerly her fingers caged with the globe-like device.

Kylo sighed and looked away from her.

"I did it wrong, didn't I?"

"No… no," Kylo mumbled. "Just… that thing… it looked familiar. Where'd you get it?"

"Oh you know, flea markets and street vendors," she replied while she rotated it left and right in her hand, she smiled to herself, "When I saw it in that old woman's little stall, I felt like I had to get it—it just reminded me of when I was a kid."

Jamis continued on playing with the T2, motioning her hands as the device follows the movement as it hovers, she did different speeds, a mixture of slow and fast, a combination of twists and turns in opposing directions; Kylo watches her, observes her every move, he gazed at her eyes—which he noticed just now were a soft shade of brown—and saw how she was paying attention to her own actions in using the Force, he wanted to take a better look… but he seemed to withdraw.

He sighed to himself, not letting get through the mouthpiece of his helmet.

There is so much yet to unravel in this walking mystery of a girl.

But for the moment, he just sat down, tried to finish the remains of his glass and watched Jamis practice.