Re: Tandy/Rey
Rey was, in fact, carefully not reaching with any kind of ability, but could glean some things just by her nature. What her unfocused senses revealed was a solidarity she found reassuring, which made it easy to smile and relax, especially after her encounter with Ren earlier.
"Ah, no, only simulators, games. My--foster-uncle, I guess, my foster-father's brother-in-law, who owns the place here, now he actually has flown planes, but I'm not--" Rey raised a hand from the controller and gave a dismissive wave "--I never did. I wish I had done. He was the one who taught me what I know about piloting and simulators. And, honestly, video games." Hans had actually told her she'd be pretty good at it, and had hinted that he'd help with lessons if she were so inclined. But she'd never taken him up on it.
Hans had felt, in many ways, more like a father than Luke, as much as Rey hated to think it because she had loved Luke dearly in her own way. But her bond with Hans had been special and different.
No wonder Ren detested her.
Her skill with the game was, perhaps, surprising. It seemed to be to Rey, if her expression in the glow of the monitor was any clue. She was picking up the rules and the strategy of the game at quite a clip.
"Don't get me wrong, the family never treated me as any different to their own son, it's just--I guess when you're a foster kid you always feel a little weird about family things." And, feeling she had talked about herself enough, she decided she'd rather let him talk about himself. "If games aren't your reason for living any more, what is these days?"