He didn't hear Luke calling on him via the comm, the need to get out of the room too strong to have him even waiting for a brief minute. The whole ship just felt too small. Far smaller than he could ever remember the Falcon being and yes, he knew this wasn't the Falcon but it was the nearest he'd ever be allowed to his old home and...

He stopped, staring at Rey and FN-1... Finn, they call him Finn. Probably thinks he'll kill them all. Ben wonders if it would be easier, to just give in and be the evil one everyone is so insistent that he is.

His eyes dart to the girl. Rey. There's still that odd feeling. Loneliness, and pain, and want. Want of... family? Ha, he wanted his and now he's wondering if he was in the wrong about it all. He shakes his head.

"This ship is too small," he mutters. How long until they landed? Then he might be able to breathe.