Good choice. Even if Rey has long since gotten used to the jumps, her stomach still does hurdles and flips that she doesn't trust herself not to lose her drink just as quick as she is to drink it. She pours Shepard some water in the spare glass and brings it over, sliding it towards her while slipping back into her seat.

"There are still some people who are willing to take the risk. Idle hands are the devil's tools, as the saying goes." She smirks a little, stretching the scars on her lip and jaw.

Rey herself is one of those who would risk anything for the sake of the mission. Despite the mutiny, her attempts to leave on Arima, and even the recon... She's still less inclined to just sit around.