Another moment of hesitation, then she shoves the lightsaber into his hand and rips off the gloves as though they'd escape if she didn't move quickly. She flexes her hands and takes a few steadying breaths. She can't help stealing another glance at Kylo Ren, wondering what his reaction to this is and whether this situation is bringing out any of his dark side instincts.

If he does turn back to the Dark Side, she'll need more than her staff or a blaster to fight him. She closes her eyes and reaches out to grip the lightsaber, prepared to be assaulted with more visions.

Nothing. Just that same bone-deep hum she had felt even through the thick gloves. She looks up at Han, still feeling very vulnerable.

"...now what?"