To say Breha Solo, or Kylo Ren as she went by these days, was unhappy, would have been a vast understatement. She was scowling, her black robes fluttering around her as she went hunting for answers.

She had fallen asleep in hyperspace on her Command Shuttle, and awoken displaced. Since she had been alone in the cockpit, she wasn't even wearing her helmet. If this was a Force vision she was unamused, and if it was real she would be happy to Force choke some respect into her kidnappers. Kidnapping her was one thing, but kidnapping her and just dumping her on some random world? What little good humor she possessed didn't suffice for that.

The woman yelling at her came as a surprise, people simply did not yell at Kylo Ren. She yelled at other people. She stopped abruptly, and sized up the younger woman, dressed finely and impractically. "You barked?"