"Keep us? Help us? Get rid of us?" Rey shrugs. "Don't know yet."

She hates not being able to answer, after being here for as long as she has.

Her eyes shift to the stacks of liquor lined on the walls, before she gets up from the booth and walks towards the counter. Rather than going for the booze, however, she pours herself a healthier glass of water.

Lifting a second empty glass, she waves it over at Shepard, silently asking if she'd like anything while Rey is still on her feet.