[ She hears the mechanical whir of BB-8 moving and knows he's just behind her. Rey stops, looking around the corner before moving on. The sound of people talking in the distance hangs in the air, an unusual and curious sound. She can't decide whether it should make her more or less uneasy. ]
Finn, [ she replies simply, too distracted to give much detail. A moment later, she realizes that Finn is not a descriptor. ] Unconscious.
[ She frowns at the thought, but tries not to dwell. Reaching out and grasping a doorknob, she turns it slowly, the door creaking as she inches it open. When she's sure that it's reasonably safe, she throws it open the whole way, revealing... a bedroom. A nice bed. A closet. There's even another room attached. She stops in her tracks, surprised and a bit jealous of whoever lives in this mansion. ]
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Finn, [ she replies simply, too distracted to give much detail. A moment later, she realizes that Finn is not a descriptor. ] Unconscious.
[ She frowns at the thought, but tries not to dwell. Reaching out and grasping a doorknob, she turns it slowly, the door creaking as she inches it open. When she's sure that it's reasonably safe, she throws it open the whole way, revealing... a bedroom. A nice bed. A closet. There's even another room attached. She stops in her tracks, surprised and a bit jealous of whoever lives in this mansion. ]