There was something… something about the girl. He was definitely sure they hadn't met before, but… the alarms exploding? During an electrical overload? It was possible-but unlikely.

She denied knowing anything about them, but… he wasn't too sure.

Han shook his head. They had bigger Burra fish to fry.

Rey let out a sigh, following him back to the main room of the ship. Whatever Han's problem was with her, she would deal with it later.

She walked in on Finn failing to turn off some sort of… creature-based hologram? She would've looked at it further until Han spoke.

"So. Fugitives, huh?" He gave them an appraising glance, his eyes filled with what seemed like… pride? It didn't match up with the stare he had given her in the cockpit, but then again, he had been a fugitive as well. (It had almost been… satisfying, to know that the carbon freezing would work for Luke. He didn't feel much these days…)

Rey nearly toppled into the couch Finn was seated on, feeling like a spike had been rammed through her head. She groaned, trying to shift herself into a standing position, but failed as the world continued to spin in dizzying circles.

Finn jumped up, startled, but rushed around the edge of the couch, dragging Rey by an arm and forcing her to sit. At this point, she didn't mind, resting her forehead on the cool surface of the table. Holographic creatures battled for the dominance of her nose. She blinked, then glanced at Finn as he clicked the game off with a disgruntled expression.

Rey couldn't see Han, but surprise and confusion were rolling off him in waves. She didn't bother to dig deeper to see if he was suspicious or not. It was obvious enough already. Rey watched Finn, blinking slowly. The spike had finally decided to stop rotating inside her brain, but apparently, he wasn't done with her. Finn crossed his arms.

"Rey," He started, glaring daggers at her. Rey couldn't decide if she wanted to argue or hide under the table. Maybe both. "Either you tell me what's going on or I'll-" He scrunched up his nose in contemplation. "-I'll stuff you in the cargo hold."

She pushed herself up from the table, leaning her chin on her hand with a raised eyebrow. Finn spluttered. Rey felt the edge of her mouth curl into a smile as Han tried and failed to hold back a snort.

Finn let out a sigh. "Okay." He shot a glare at Han. The man held up his hands innocently. Finn turned back to Rey. "Tell me what's going on."

Her lips twisted. To tell or not to tell? Her abilities had always been a secret. Her secret. Had the First Order known when she was a child, would they have taken her? What would have those on Jakku done? She didn't know, but it had been too great of a risk.

But now? Surrounded by people she (mostly) trusted? People working with the Resistance? What did she have to lose? Years of keeping it secret, and yet, was it worth it? On Jakku, maybe, but here… Rey glanced away, unsure.

Finn caught her expression. His eyes widened, his hands shooting up defensively. "I mean, I know I've known you for like, only a day-less than, really," He muttered, narrowing his eyes and looking away. Finn quickly turned back to her. "But still, I've survived what could be counted as almost certain death-" Han shifted guiltily at that. She could hear a quiet mumble of those Force-damned Rathtars and need to know better. "-with you. So. As a maybe-friend," He tried. "What's going on?"

Rey sat there, frozen. His speech washed over her, bouncing back and forth within her brain over and over again. Friend? Of course, she had considered him one long ago, but… her heart twisted. Friend. Besides strangers she met when trading scraps, besides imaginary ones she had created before Obi-Wan (she had been… lonely, to say the very least), besides Obi-Wan, who she couldn't even touch. (Not that she didn't care for him-she loved Obi-Wan to death, pun not intended-but sometimes… it was nice, to have more than one person around.)

"Um," Rey began, sounding choked up. Nope, scratch that, she was choked up. She leaned back on the couch, slouching. The headache was fully gone now. Either way, she rubbed at her forehead awkwardly, crossing her legs. Her chin rested on her knees. "I…" She looked anywhere but at Han and Finn.

Rey closed her eyes, eyebrows furrowing together. "I've-I can use the Force-I-" She could sense that Han had not expected this. The atmosphere filled with shock and surprise, swirling around her like an invisible mist. (But underneath all that… was a feeling of… understanding. Rey's face twitched with confusion. Did he know?) Finn, however… waited patiently. She shook her head. "I-don't know if they have to do with it. But it happens when-I think of something-and it's-like my thoughts are both my own-and not." Her expression tightened. "I don't know. I don't see anything, not really-but I hear them. And every time I do, I-it hurts." Rey opened her eyes and straightened her back, staring at the table.

She almost missed the holographic creatures beating each other up. It was certainly a depiction of how she was feeling.

Rey felt realization dawn in Finn-she turned to him, wary. He stared at her with wide eyes, jaw open with surprise. "Oh! The Rathtars-that was you!"

She narrowed her eyes, tilting her chin down slightly. "The blast doors? I-yes, I did, although sorry for not-"

"Is that another reason you wanted to see Luke?" Her neck cracked-she winced slightly-as her head snapped over to Han. He was frowning, arms crossed, but she couldn't sense any hostility. Thank the Force.

Rey let her legs drop to rest under the table, shaking her head as she made herself not make eye contact. She already felt uncomfortable enough.

"No, we just-have a map to him for the Resistance. I already-" -have a teacher. She didn't think talking about Obi-Wan would go over well, not in the time they had to spare. With either Finn or Han. (Considering Obi-Wan's… familiarity with Han. And Luke. Skywalker! The name never failed to fill her with awe.) Ghosts were never a good thing. Not on Jakku, at least-full of superstition and warnings. Spirits that would lead you to your death. Monsters that fed on your nightmares. This wasn't Jakku, but people all thought the same way, from what she had learned.

Rey made a dismissive noise, biting her lip anxiously. "Never mind. Speaking of." She leaned over the table to look at BB-8. The droid whirred, concerned, but she stood her ground. "Show him the map." BB-8 made a doubtful beep, hesitating, but moved to the center of the room, balancing as blue light began to flicker all around them.

Rey could feel both Finn watching her incredulously and Han subtly glancing at her multiple times as she gazed at the display of star systems with wonder. Finn, however, was not subtle with his worry.

"Like hell, you're okay, Rey! I get that you keep saying that, but then ten minutes later you're collapsing once again-"

Rey pressed her lips together, secretly agreeing with his words, but forced out a mix between a grimace and a smile. "Finn, I can deal with it. I'm sure I'll figure out something so it'll go away eventually."

She didn't include the part where it probably involved trying to secret information out of Obi-Wan when no one was around (unlikely), which relied on the fact that Obi-Wan had the ability to help her get rid of voices that were probably coming from the Force (very unlikely).

Finn obviously didn't believe her, and no doubt would revisit the subject later, but he turned to face the holographic map, miniature stars projecting onto his (albeit sullen) face.

Rey glanced over at Han. Although he had stopped looking back at her, his emotions were steeped in turmoil. He didn't seem to be looking at the map, either, but instead staring at the ground as if it held all the answers to life.

Did Han know anything about Luke's supposed disappearance? "Do you recognize anything about the map?" Rey questioned, watching for any change in his expression.

Han's head tilted up slightly as he scanned the projection. He ambled around the room, looking from star to star until he finally shook his head. "Nope. This map looks incomplete, and I don't see anything here related to Luke that I'd recognize." He gave her a slight shrug. "Sorry, kid."

BB-8 shut the hologram off, clicking as it did so, and spun around to face Han, beeping a mournful tone. He raised his eyebrows, turning to Finn even as the droid made an indignant noise. "Finn, you hang with Chewie for a minute. I need to talk with her." His chin jutted out towards Rey.

She would've found it funny how Finn abruptly filled with dread (it seemed his short time trying to treat the injured Wookie was… not fun, from what she could guess of his previous panicked screams and the said Wookie yelling), except for the fact that Han had turned to her, expectant. Rey swallowed, but shuffled out from the table and followed him into the corridor.

Finn shifted awkwardly to sit next to the sleeping Wookie, mouthing 'good luck?' as she passed. Rey raised an eyebrow, although his concern wasn't completely unfounded. He sat back with a shrug.

Han moved her to a secluded corner, eyes dark. She shifted uncomfortably, arms crossed and hands clutching at her forearms. It was hard not to read his emotions, what with the unease swirling around him. But why? It didn't seem directed at her, specifically, but…

"Kid." His voice was low. "That was you. With the electrical overload and alarms." It wasn't a question.

Rey turned pale, almost about to take a step backward. It was too late to hide it, especially since she had just told him she could use the Force. Idiot!

Rey's jaw shut as she glanced away, feeling panic rise within her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she ground out, her teeth clenched tightly together. Way to make it seem like she was telling the truth. The Force roiled around her.

Han didn't move. It didn't seem like he was about to abandon the conversation anytime soon. Rey's shoulders bunched together uncomfortably and she let out a breath.

"I-yes." She didn't bother trying to look him in the eye, digging her nails into her arm. "I didn't mean to, Sometimes I just-" The sand people, something deep down whispered. You hated them, didn't you? You slaughtered them and you didn't care. All because they took your mo- Rey's face twisted, holding back a wince. Han didn't say anything, merely waiting for her answer.

"It was just a headache. I-when I'm in pain-" She waved a hand, letting it do the explaining for her. Han tracked her movement with his eyes, then looked back at her.

A lie. Pain-causing her to crush things? To break things? Never. She could hide it well enough. (Ah, but rage? A fury that burned within her, a hatred for the parents that had left her on that miserable planet-an agony that she had felt every day spent alone-)

Rey twitched, shoving her feelings down even as irritation (at herself, only herself) grew. Her inability to just control her anger was frustrating to no end. If only she could be like Obi-Wan; calm, cool, and collected. Don't bury your anger, Rey. Grief had almost always managed to seep into his tone at that point (for some reason she could never discern). She must have been ten at the time, maybe less. What would you have me do? She had replied, stubborn. Talk? It sounded stupid at the time. But Obi-Wan had raised an eyebrow-not in an unkind way-and smiled. Perhaps.

(Otherwise, it explodes. It's a ticking time bomb, waiting to go off. It stews and festers and sits there-until at some point, it's the only thing you can go back to. Rage. The Force-is what makes it deadly.)

A connection with said power might have been considered a gift to others, but sometimes it was a curse that she wished she didn't have to bear. ("Why am I chosen? Why is it me? Can't I refuse it? Can't you let me refuse it? Can't you take it away?") A lash of agony shot through her head, but she desperately tried to ignore it.

Han didn't seem to notice her inner distress. He locked eyes with her, watching carefully. "Kid…"

Rey's brow furrowed, mouth opening and closing in confusion. "I can fix the alarms if you want-it's an easy thing to do, I've done stuff like it before-"

He shook his head. "It's not the alarms I'm worried about."

She shifted where she stood, wary. "Then what-"

Han let out a slow sigh, crossing his arms. "Kid, don't…" In that moment, his eyes looked distant. "Don't let it consume you."

Rey stared, perplexed. His emotions hung around him like a dark cloud (regretangerpainsorrow), permeating throughout the Force around him.

Han gave her more of a grimace than a smile as he hovered a hand near her shoulder. He opened his mouth, about to say something more when Finn's voice carried over to them.

"Uh, guys? Is that the 'we're here' beeping noise or the 'we're going to explode' beeping noise? Because I think I'd really appreciate the former-" He was cut off by a grumble from the Wookie. "Okay. I think he said-"

Han stalked forward with a raised eyebrow, moving to a board to fiddle with the ship's controls. "-that we're almost there. Learn your Shyriiwook, kid." Finn's jaw clicked shut and he looked at her in desperation. Rey, slowly walking back to stand by the couch in confusion, just lifted a shoulder.

Han monitored the switches, flicking one or pressing a button every second or so. "You want my help? You're getting it." He murmured, turning to face them. "Gonna see an old friend. She'll get your droid home."

He walked briskly towards the cockpit, Finn and Rey following close behind. "This is our stop."

Han didn't try to forget. No-he would never do that, not to his only son. He just… didn't think about it. He'd had enough regret for a lifetime.

But after the girl… everything had come rushing back. The hurt his son had felt… the anger… the pain. And…

"-I'm not good with all this Force mumbo-jumbo-"

"-Oh, for Force's sake, just clean up the broken glass, I can take care of Ben's tantrum-"

"-You'll be going off to study with your uncle-"

"-Why are you sending me with him?! Why can't I be a pilot like you-"

"-Ben, look, Luke can train you to be a Jedi! And your mom and I, we're busy-"

"-You're always busy! That's what you're always saying-"

Han shut his eyes, a bitter feeling curdling inside his stomach. He shook it off, placing himself into the pilot's seat and beginning their descent to Takodana. Han shoved his memories back where they belonged.

Don't think about it.