“I promise I w-will, Captain. As soon as I’m done f-fixing up this console! “You-know-who” s-smashed it again.”
A few hours later, Techie waits anxiously for Phasma. He’s freshly showered and sweet-smelling, but has red marks all around his eyes from the goggles he has to wear to keep his bionic eyes dry. He checks himself in the mirror every few minutes to see if they’ve faded yet but to no avail.
Sitting on his bed waiting for her proves to be boring so he moves over to his desk with all the wire figures on it; fiddling with them passes the time.
He hopes Phasma arrives soon!