His teasing earns him a scrunched nose in faux disgruntlement; really, she's amused by his impression of her, and admittedly it isn't far from the truth. She and Hux had been similar in that way, the both of them requiring coffee for the well-being of others, and the thought makes her miss her friend dearly. The pang of loss isn't as brutal as others have been though; she'd always known that eventually they would be parted and she'd prepared for it in her own way. Perhaps he'd found her letter by now, or maybe that was still yet days away. Either way, she was glad she'd left it for him, and she feels guilty for not having done the same for KO.

Except it turns out she hadn't needed to.

The way he fails to answer her question does not go unnoticed but she doesn't bring it up again just yet. Maybe later, when they've settled things, and if it comes up in conversation. Her own answer to it isn't something she'd like to share, so best to leave it alone for now.

She sips at her coffee for a moment, contemplating the screen and weighing options before speaking. "Are there any unused industrial areas nearby? If we could find a large enough warehouse away from populated areas, you could stretch out for a while."

It's something she's been contemplating, remembering the early days of the way when they'd stayed in abandoned warehouses outside of major cities. Close enough for supply runs but far enough away that no one noticed the people squatting within.