Rey is hardly a stranger to pain, and has felt various kinds from simple scratches to fatal injuries that actually killed her. It's almost worse that this doesn't. The searing shock of the blood spurting from the open wound of the creature doesn't register at first. Not until she finds it bubbly pockmarks in her arms, and burning holes in her tanktop to sear into her abdomen.

Instinctively, she withdraws. Her boot over the creature's corpse and the other foot grounded, she composes her nerves just enough to kick both herself off and release the spear from the gaping flesh. It slips from her fingertips and clatters across the floor.

She staggers away from the shuttle, panting as the pain deepens and she starts clawing at the fluid stinging her skin.

Fire she can handle. Acid, apparently, is another matter.

"Will--" Rey gasps, unable to finish the second syllable within the same sharp inhale.