[ Finn feels like he's bounced around this kitchen like a pinball and he hasn't been here for five minutes yet. Though, he does agree, the chalk drawing is pretty well done.

All the same, even though he'd prefer to stand at this point, sitting on the blankets has made his knees almost level with his chest. He feels like Ma'am Mariol could be a stern woman when she wants to, though, and he already never wants to be on her bad side. Her motherly nature, her clear strength, it all reminds him of Leia. And Leia Organa was scary.

But his face turns that much darker when she starts complimenting him, though. ]

Th- Thank you. I- Um- [ Right, clearing his throat, he came in here for a reason. But tall? Handsome?? Anyway- ] I was just wondering - I mean, since we're staying here and everything - was there any way I could... y'know, pull my weight? Bring in more money? Handle some chores?

[ Slightly flustered as he is, he's pretty proud for getting through that without stumbling too much. ]