"In my world there are people with...powers," she paused, nervously gauging his reaction for a moment before continuing. "They think of themselves as the 'good guys' but wherever they go there's death and destruction...one of them murdered my mother," she said quietly her voice turning distant for a moment.
It was the only true thing she'd said so far, a wave of rage and grief threatening to spill into her performance for a moment before she got a handle on it. She'd meant to talk about powers to get him to open up about his supposed 'force-sensitivity' and had mentioned 'good guys' to try to open a door to talking about the First Order, but mentioning her mother had been a mistake which had somehow slipped in. The last thing she wanted was Bellamy feeling sorry for her or getting depressed, so she subtly leaned forward, giving him a better view of her cleavage and hopefully giving him something else to think about, shifting the mood.
There was a hint of something in Bellamy's tone that hinted he didn't quite believe what he'd said, so she let that doubt reflect in her eyes before letting herself smile. "But you're right, we might as well enjoy it while it lasts." Lifting her hand up to her shoulder she gave Bellamy's hand an appreciative squeeze. "It's nice to meet someone who understands." She told him simply, not letting go of his hand, holding onto that comforting moment of contact, crystal blue eyes not leaving his for a moment.