He punched the bag, sweat rolling down his forehead as BB-8 beeped encouragement. He’d had a bad fight with the First Order and lost his X-wing. He glances at you, grinning, and pushes back his hair. Even BB-8 looks at you. As his teammate, you know he can be reckless, but he’s a good pilot. “I can see you staring, enjoying the view?”