[The idea she might at all be hesitant or not precisely understand what he's going to do never crosses Ivar's mind. He just sort of steamrolls and does his own thing regardless.
He gathers up some necessary supplies, puts them into a bag, and heads on over to the communal housing. He rides up to Rey's floor and wheels himself in. He looks her over with the same way a general looks over a new potential soldier.]
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[The idea she might at all be hesitant or not precisely understand what he's going to do never crosses Ivar's mind. He just sort of steamrolls and does his own thing regardless.
He gathers up some necessary supplies, puts them into a bag, and heads on over to the communal housing. He rides up to Rey's floor and wheels himself in. He looks her over with the same way a general looks over a new potential soldier.]
Alright. Let's get started again. Brush, please.