Jett used [Checkpoint] to transport all three of them back to Rey's room, gently laying each one on their respective beds. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows over their unconscious faces.
"What were you guys even doing out at this hour?" Jett muttered under his breath, frustration seeping into his tone as he gazed at them. He sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck. "Great… now they're going to be running around on a wild goose chase looking for me."
He began pacing the room, his thoughts swirling like a storm. Each step was slow, deliberate, as if the movement helped him unravel the tangled mess in his mind. His boots tapped against the floor, the sound steady and rhythmic, filling the otherwise silent room.
'I can't be sure we were after the same thing,' he thought, his eyes narrowing as he recalled the events of the night. 'I went out to steal something, but they... they looked like they were hunting someone.'
