She watches him in the mirror, her fingers only stilling on a pin for a split second before she returns to removing them. "Pernon," she says, setting the final pin on the dresser, shaking out her hair, and turning around.

"There are speeder wrecks more subtle than you." Her mouth has set fondly, and she crosses the room and comes into the bed on her hands and knees. "No-engine low atmosphere burn outs are more subtle than you." She's grinning, maybe even close to a laugh, when she leans over him and presses a kiss to his mouth.