He stood up immediately, like he'd heard her footsteps (maybe?) or had been expecting her (well of course). There was the briefest smile in passing, but no sooner was he beside her then he was reaching past to close and lock the door.

From that spot, he turned to her again, and had to tilt his head down to meet her eyes. They were as close to each other as they'd been on Jedha, on Yavin 4, on Rogue One, in the Scarif elevator, and every other time they'd circled and stared at each other like personal space was just something they did with other people—the rest of the galaxy. Not between them. "What are you doing here? Are you all right?"