Landing
When the Millennium Falcon lands at the base Raven stands back in the crowd that gathers to greet them. The thrusters kick up a ring of dust and steam, and when it clears she can see through the windows of the cockpit. The wookie in the co-pilot's seat doesn't surprise her, but the slight girl next to him does. Something about her draws Raven in closer, weaving through the crowd of bodies, standing up on her toes to get a better look as they come down the ramp. She's distracted when the X-wings start coming in and she sees Poe's plane land with his distinctive nose-up flare at the end. Showoff, she thinks with a grin as she hop-skip-runs over to him and wraps him in a hug. She sees a light in her cousin's eyes that's more than just the adrenaline rush of battle when Poe introduces her to Finn. She steals a glance back toward the Falcon, just in time to see the pilot look back over her shoulder at Raven. One small step, a second, drawn to follow - until she feels a bump at her shins and looks down to see BB-8. The series of excited beeps and whistles is automatically translated in her mind, a language all too familiar to her. "All that, huh?" Twitters and burrs, the sound of blasters firing and a few more beeps. When it pauses Raven laughs and shakes her head. "I told you before, droids don't get rashes. Come see me when you're done saving the universe, I'll get you polished up." When she looks up again, the pilot is gone.