“My starbird,” Ben nodded toward the bushes where she was currently hunting. “Well, she’s supposed to be a bird. She acts more like-“ he shrugged. “I don’t know what she acts like. The hotel gave her to me as an egg. Though I’d laid it myself for a second. For the record,” Ben lifted his hand to dismiss any thought that he was actually that simple. “I was incredibly hungover.”
Armitage hadn’t come with a weapon either, which had made Ben nervous. None of them had. “The hotel seems to wait and see if we deserve one. “ His lightsaber was currently off but he still held it out for Finn to see. “I received my mother’s not long after I arrived.” It was hard to have hard feelings toward the hotel when it had already given him more than he deserved.
Awkward was accurate. Only when it was said aloud did Ben start to feel self-conscious about how much skin he was showing. It was more than the normal amount. And it wasn’t like it was even hot enough outside to be gallivanting about in nothing but shorts. But running around killing rabbits did keep up the adrenaline so he was just warm enough to not rush inside the hotel for more suitable clothing. But he shrugged again. “It’s only awkward if you make it awkward.” He started to walk around him, as if his intention had been to go to the archery range all along. “I hear you spoke to Rey already. And ‘Tage. Figured it was my turn,” he looked over his shoulder at Finn.