Ren exhales, opening his eyes as another man enters the room. No, he wasn't napping, despite the AI's insistence. Kylo Ren doesn't nap. (Which is why the AI really, seriously thinks he ought to take one.) But he was meditating, seeking answers from the Dark Side. A place like Anchor, still bearing the scars of conflict and death, ought to be screaming through the Force.

But he didn't find anything. And now he's totally surrounded by fire. Warmth radiates from the flames, and he has to fight this small, childish instinct to reach out and touch them. After all, the fire may be real enough to fool the senses, but ultimately, it's nothing more than a particularly advanced holo.

Still. There's nothing gained from sticking his hand in it. Instead, Ren turns to face the man, eyeing him with some cautious curiosity.

"I was wondering how to turn the heat up."

Deadpan, with that Solo sass.