[It's good that she doesn't ask him about the parts, not only because of the guard watching, and not only because he's tired, but because the honest answer probably isn't one she wants to hear—if he were to admit he asked for Hux's advice on a few of the components, it probably wouldn't improve her impression about the two of them.
This time, he does pull his hand away, though not so suddenly as to knock any of the nearby pieces out of their place. He simply narrows his eyes at her for a moment, regarding her with suspicion.]
What sort of "closer look."
[He knows better than to expect it will be anything other than literally that—maybe her holding it closer to his face or something else equally unappealing. His curiosity about the thing isn't so strong that he's willing to drop what he's doing and make his own saber farther from becoming reality. Trying to "relax" would negate the entire principle of what he's doing right now, anyway.]
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This time, he does pull his hand away, though not so suddenly as to knock any of the nearby pieces out of their place. He simply narrows his eyes at her for a moment, regarding her with suspicion.]
What sort of "closer look."
[He knows better than to expect it will be anything other than literally that—maybe her holding it closer to his face or something else equally unappealing. His curiosity about the thing isn't so strong that he's willing to drop what he's doing and make his own saber farther from becoming reality. Trying to "relax" would negate the entire principle of what he's doing right now, anyway.]