It doesn't take much to figure out why this guy's so hysteric. Rey has been in his shoes on more than one occasion. The only difference is that she was predisposed to cope with it faster. Nothing was ever permanent, especially human life.

Still, she admires his efforts. She's a lot heavier than she looks, and quite effortlessly keeps him pinned down under her weight.

"Not all of us," she tells him. Calmer, though her arm has a secure grip around his neck. He can thrash and claw and punch her with all he has. She is used to pain. "This ship wants you dead, and it'll do whatever it can to make that happen. Even if it means forcing some of us to..."

She trails off. Hears William speak. She eases her hold of the man, giving him room to breathe.

"Sorry."