Spinning round to see Katherine the man frowned, then composed himself. He stood a bit taller so he wasn't hunched over in rage, giving a slight toss of his head to remove run-away strands of that dark hair. He sighed at her, lips in a line, without even glancing apologetically to the chair.
"It was the color," Kylo Ren said in his deep rumble and foreign accent. Of everyone on the ship he should have been the most comfortable, right up there with Kytana and Jake. They were space people. They were travelers of the stars and he had been to so many stars in the galaxy he couldn't count them anymore. Yet he was not comfortable anymore. Upon their arrival he had actually been glad. He understood ships--not land. He understood their workings even in an alien tongue--not people.
"You're early," he then commented as he strode toward Katherine. Or was she on time and he had simply lost track?