"Oh, yes," he says with a nod, totally unaware of her assumption. "My very first week, as a matter of fact." He glances around as he steps inside, with a twinge of... not nostalgia, really, but something not entirely unlike it. That had been just two months ago, but in a lot of ways, it feels like much longer.

"Armitage Hux gave me a pair of boots," he remembers, his mouth quirking. "I didn't entirely understand that we were allowed, at first; I worried we were somehow shoplifting. I thought about asking his advice on this, but his style is rather... severe." He might not be sure what he does want, he thinks, with a flutter of that strange anxious feeling -- but he knows he doesn't want that.