Rey brought her arm to her shoulder, tightly clenching it while simultaneously covering the tattoo. She couldn't say that most of her actions were driven primarily off of instinct, no matter how close to the realms of truth it was. Sure would've helped if she had known what she was doing half of the time.

So instead, the expression she gave him spoke volumes, and practically said noted, or some kind of affirmation to whoever's relief it was intended for.

"...I'm aware." Seriously, was anyone starting to hear an echo in the room by now? "Doesn't help that my room went out of commission a few hours ago, though."

Or, she assumed it to have been a few hours, if her internal clock was any indicator.