"The full plans are massive, but I have the Death Star's weakness. Those are the plans we had to get. It's still pretty impressive though-- the designs, what he was able to do without anyone knowing. So whenever you're up for it, let me know," she said still a little proud of what she had. Poe had told her the fate of the plans, the plans that would never wind up in the hands of the man sitting opposite of her.

And here she was offering them to him without knowing.

"I don't know everything about it. Just that the city took them to a place called Fort Harmony. But then they some how broke out? I haven't got all the details," she told him simply. "They had to rise up at least once. So if they did it once, we can get them to do it again."

We. She doesn't even realize she's said it, but her whole face lit up when she did. It was clear she had been thinking about this, trying to formulate how she felt and what she thought about what she could do. But having someone to bounce ideas off just made it feel like she could. Someone from home. A jedi no less. He would know what to do. He could help. The hope that was written on her face as she looked back in his eyes was brighter than anything she had felt so far in this hell hole.