[He runs a hand through his hair, shrugging his shoulders at her question. He hadn't ever slept beside someone before her. It left him open to vulnerabilities he didn't want to explore. She could have killed him in his sleep if she wanted to, for example. She could have snored - he could have snored - and he wouldn't have been the wiser until now.]

I slept. This place still takes getting used to. It's different, not having droids waiting for commands when you wake.

[She hadn't experienced this at home or here. He realizes he's lived quite a privileged life by comparison. He remembers as a boy that there had been a droid serving as a nanny - Elsie, his parents had called it. The thing had been so over zealous in it's duties that it often got under foot.
The First Order was no different, with it's droids that went swept about the halls of the Supremacy.]