"On Exegol. I know. I can't explain it. It's unlike anything I've ever experienced. Or even heard of," he admitted, frowning down at her hand on his arm, his spine ramrod stiff as he watched her, once again, pull away.

His jaw worked, molars grinding, and he allowed himself a brief reprieve as he stepped ahead of her, opening the door to a small, empty diner with its Open sign cheerfully lit.

"When I arrived, the city was being invaded by fish monsters. You should count yourself lucky," he said wryly, plucking a pair of plastic menus from a stand by the door, which instructed them to sit wherever they liked.

Passing the exhausted looking waitress at the bar on his way towards the booth in the back, he ordered two coffees, which had already become something like a routine for him. It would be warm, if nothing else.