After her report, Vona went to the barracks.  Her room from before was still available, and she flopped onto her bed.

Tears stung her eyes as she watched the ceiling.

Irving, her Irvy, was gone.  For good.   There was no coming back for him.

And it wasn't her fault, she saw that now. 

It was all the First Order's.

They'd killed him.

Kylo Ren had commanded them.

He had killed them then.

He had also killed Lando, and Revele, directly.

And he would pay.

Vona didn't know how, but she would make them pay.

Someway, somehow, someday.

She looked up as the door opened.  Jess walked in and sat next to her on the bed.

"Did General Organa send you?" Vona asked, not turning her head.

Jess shook her head. Then she nodded. "Technically, she said I should check up on you. But I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"How's Pát?"

"Her arm is useless. They're reassembling it, bionically."

They sat in silence for a few moments.

"Can I go see her?" Vona finally asked, her eyes still trained on the metal ceiling.

"No.  Poe said she's in surgery."

"Oh."

Jess played with the blanket.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I've talked about it enough today.  I don't want to think about it," she replied, forcefully.

Jess nodded.  "Alright then.  Well, I've got to go now."

She waited at the door for Vona to say goodbye.  She didn't.

Vona had always been so outgoing, so friendly and excited.  Jess hoped that this wouldn't last forever.

Poe was sitting outside the cantina on a box, leaning against the wall. He opened his eyes when she sat next to him.

"How's Vona?" he asked.

"Angry. Grieving. Probably traumatized." Jess played with her hands.

"Poor girl."

"Yeah. How's Pát?"

"Still in surgery. I can see her tomorrow."

"That's good."

Poe nodded and leaned back again, closing his eyes.

Jess watched as his droid rolled up and knocked against his legs to get his attention.

"What is it, BB-8?" Poe asked, eyes still closed and tilted towards the skies.

The droid whistled a few times.  "Alright, buddy.  We'll wait for orders."

"Oh, poor BB-8, wants to go flying."  Jess elbowed Poe playfully.  "Why don't you just take him, instead of waiting."

"Jess, I'm not up to it."

She went silent.  BB-8 drooped.

Poe stood and stretched. "See you later."

"Bye."

Jess sat there a few more minutes, then went inside to get something to drink.  She sat in the corner and drank it slowly.  When she was finished, she went to bed.

The next morning, she awoke to pounding on her door.

"Poe!"

He was out of breath.

"What are you doing in the women's barracks?"  Jess leaned on her door.

"Is Vona with you?"  Poe tried to dodge around her into the room.

She blocked him with an arm.  "No, why?"

"She's gone."