[ She's silent for a moment, watching him before tilting her head and moving her gaze away, staring off into a middle distance. ]

... he said you and Luke talked. ... more like argued, from the sound of it.

[ She lifts her hands, moving them against the strange gravity, curling and uncurling her fingers. ]

... do you really think ... I'm like his possession?

[ Her voice is not accusatory. If anything, she is a little sad, and she glances at him again, bright eyed and otherwise inscrutable. ]