The longer and longer that the pair were cooped up in the damn room the more and more Solaras wished something would happen. Literally anything could happen and she'd be fine with it. It was a bit easier to bare with someone else with her due to the fact that Sol utterly hated prolonged silence and his mouth never stopped-she was thankful for that aspect about him for once. That and he did pay attention to things about her that made her feel a bit odd inside but nothing bad...happy almost.

She'd straddled the seat as instructed, this time she wore a simple black tank top with lose black pants that tightened around her ankle. She pulled her hair into an updo on the top of her head as his hands went to work. Her arms crossed over the back of the chair with her head resting on them as she watched outside of the window, groaning as he increased his pressure over certain parts of her shoulders.

"Joran..." she carefully said as she remained entreily still, "...what is on your hands?"

She didn't have a moment to hear as her head perked up, her focus now on par with her standard. Her right hand reached around to come into contact with his thigh, hitting it to get his focus. "Looks like we have company Joran." She pressed further into the chair as her other hand extended, a facial recognition device flying into it. She tapped the screen as the faces of several peoples entering into the building began to appear on the left hand side of screen as the device searched through all known First Order data banks. A smirk appeared on her face as she glanced behind her to Joran.

"At least we are going to be able to go back with some kind of action under our belts." She mused as she faced forward again. So far there were 3 known members who entered inside and the number was slowly growing as being tried to subtly slip into the doors.