[She's meditating. No one taught her to do that, and now she's getting away from him. He's losing.
He waits. Her mind calms further and his own mind begins to spark with annoyance, then anger. He needs an outlet. He needs something more than this overwhelming sense that he has lost control of his life and, right now, the quickest way to feel in control is to step back and crunch the Falcon's walls inward with a yell and a sharp gesture. A good meter of the paneling above Rey—far enough above her to pose no physical threat—buckles inward. The screech echoes through the halls.
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He waits. Her mind calms further and his own mind begins to spark with annoyance, then anger. He needs an outlet. He needs something more than this overwhelming sense that he has lost control of his life and, right now, the quickest way to feel in control is to step back and crunch the Falcon's walls inward with a yell and a sharp gesture. A good meter of the paneling above Rey—far enough above her to pose no physical threat—buckles inward. The screech echoes through the halls.
There. That was satisfying.]