"Not much of a social butterfly, either. Just like going to the lounge sometimes. Something calming about it." Perhaps it's the lighting, or the colors. It's not something she's used to seeing in her old nitty gritty life, so it's a scene that keeps her grounded to the present moment.

But Rey can sympathize about keeping busy. Ever since her return from the last recon mission, nothing has felt right. There are times she feels like she may be going crazy again.

She doesn't want to be crazy again.

The lift doors close. Rey braces herself in the brief silence, occupied by the mechanical hums moving around them like clockwork.