Techie placed his caf down on the ground and stood awkwardly before Kylo, scratching at his ankle with a sneaker. “Blasters!” He blurts out, after an uncomfortable silence where he tried to think about his near-nonexistent fighting skills. “I know h-how to shoot. Blasters. And… n-nothing else.” With a thick blue band, he ties his hair back into a long, loose ponytail and grimaces. 

“I’m already not m-making this easy, huh?”